Mowing the lawn
I used to use local high school kids to mow the lawn, a pair of brothers. They graduated and moved on. I then signed on with a service, the same service that in the winter plows my driveway, which around here is a big deal, particularly given that I don’t own a snowblower. Those guys come in with a wide mower where a guy stands on a platform and does my lawn in maybe a little over five minutes.
But now I’m trying to save money. COVID took almost all the money out of my business and our central air conditioning compressor went kaput, meaning replacing it. And, given that the heating is equally old, it’s easier and cheaper to do at once, so I’ve got a big expense while my income is way down. So I’m trying to mow my own lawn.
The lawn is pictured. My back yard is tiny and more weeds and moss than grass, so I don’t need to mow that. It’s what’s in the picture plus the side of the garage.
I have two mowers. One is a 1982 Lawn Boy where you need to mix oil in the gasoline. It is not self propelled. I’m not sure if it would work at the moment. Also, its emissions could probably raise New York State’s average temp by two degrees. The other, pictured here, and what I used, is a Fiskars. If you don’t remember where you’ve heard that name, if you have a pair of orange handheld scissors that name is probably on them. There’s one thing it doesn’t have: a motor. This is a manual mower.
It works quite well, though it has two drawbacks. One is that if weeds get too tall it runs them ver and they spring back up. The other has to do with how it ejects grass: forward. If the grass is too thick and especially too long, the grass you throw back in your path makes it very rough going. The first time I tried it was a hot day and I had to take breaks every few minutes. Yesterday and today I did it again, in cooler weather and shorter grass, so I only needed a few breaks.
Aside from no pollution, there’s another advantage: hardly any noise. If it’s hot and I want to mow at seven in the morning, I won’t wake the neighbors.
There is yet another advantage, at least initially: they’re way cheaper than power mowers.
The question is whether I can mow often enough to make this feasible. It’s decent exercise.
Some of us are old enough to remember manual mowers. Some aren’t. The truth is that if the grass isn’t too long it’s not much harder to push than a power mower if at all.
Jonna Connelly
06/17/2021 @ 6:11 pm
Sounds like frequent mowing is your answer. Or you could do what’s increasingly popular in my neighborhood and put it all in clover. Good for the bees (don’t try to go barefoot) and no mowing. Or creeping charlie which I like and I don’t understand why everyone always tries to kill it off….
Have a good summer!
Bitey
06/17/2021 @ 7:46 pm
I have one of those in my garage. I think I was having my older gas mower repaired, and used it as a stopgap. Now, I have worn out that older gas mower, and have a new one. I feel somewhat guilty using a gas mower because of the emissions, but…
And I remember those push mowers as a kid. We had one in our garage that had a single bar connecting to the rolling blades, and a single handle bar to push. Best of all, the thing was made of wood, except for the blades and the wheels.
jpHart
06/18/2021 @ 2:47 am
Conversationally (in particular now that my ‘whiteboard experimental fictional comment ping-pong’ (RBJames’ ‘Holding on to My Story’) has disappeared—I reflexively Ngramed ‘mow’ learning that it steadily has been down trending from its 1800 peak to its contemporary lower percentile trough. A given no doubt as we trend from agricultural dominance livelihood-wise to a preponderance of mechanization (‘how ‘ya gonna keep ’em down on the farm ..?’) […] Coincidently, one of my summertime-summertime endeavors is a potential alt-pub article ‘Yawn and Garden’ wherein I would feature an accelerating city-suburban-exurban ‘fad’ wherein architectural surprise such as field stone, granite chips, fountains et. al. ingeniously shoulder-out all these infinite blades of grass. Limitless creativity. Oft more eco-friendly. You know, koshersalaami: it sounds like mow…cash is green…blue money…sweat equity…and all that bustle in the proverbial hedge row. Who among us along the road does not gawk at a dew glimmered bed of iris? That breeze-rippled mirror pond sentineled by wafted sunflowers a blowin in the wind? Hey your homesite is so EXQUISITE you might consider selling tickets!
koshersalaami
06/18/2021 @ 8:58 am
I hadn’t realized the RBJames post had been lost in the shuffle.
Real estate is cheap here, though the taxes on it are high. My sister near Washington DC lives in a house with no driveway or garage, three bedrooms, no bathroom of any kind on the main floor, my house has five bedrooms, three and a half baths, and a large kitchen, and hers is probably worth double mine. And I’m even in a good school system because of the local university (which is why we’re here – my wife’s a professor).
This house is not large for this part of the neighborhood. Due to a weird accent of real estate, the most desirable house in the neighborhood, and I think the largest, is next door, driveways at right angles from mine because they’re at the end of the dead end. Our land is almost all in the front, they’re on a much bigger lot. This area has what my wife calls “little soft mountains” and we’re about 300’ above the main drag though close to another 150’ short of the peak, and housing here gets more expensive as you go up. The street we’re on is in two sections going downhill because my neighbor’s house was built to interrupt the street, I have no idea how. The result is that my neighbor’s house (I’ve never been inside) is the only house in the area without woods or another house immediately behind it and so has the only view across the Susquehanna Valley from this hill. It also has a basketball court in the basement – it was built with a 15’ ceiling for that purpose.
jpHart
06/30/2021 @ 5:47 am
Super enjoyed this ‘share’ koshersalaami! And I flashed back on short story by the great Saul Bellow: ‘Leaving the Yellow House’ as well as a nostalgic short by Con Chapman (Open Salon) wherein the author (CC not Saul ‘Mad Bull’ Bellow) wherein Dr. Chapman was a waiter observing and table serving polymath Bellow. The star-struck student (UofChi) waiter was astonished that his renown customer rather vapidly idled his time as he awaited his entrée…. Purportedly, Saul Bellow toyed Lego-like with the gold foil butter pads, sipping Dom. Also, I kind of miss those OS ‘open calls’. One of which was;
‘picture and describe’ your ‘writing environment’. Hence, I’m wondren’ where you type through so many of these effervescent renderings you treat us herewith on Bindlesweet. Wait. I just recollected of late you mentioned that you blog from an iPad. Hey it would be most excellent if you would scribe a pictorial of the Starrucca Viaduct; the fresh air of your Susquehanna Valley certainly gotta be catalytic for this creativity tang! O! I thought I had a JMAC1949 ‘find’ with my rusted locator efforts. ::SIGH:: JMAC has well over 3 million Google ‘hits’. Whereas JMAC1949 has something like 44K — so far, there was a JMAC1949 on some YouTube postings regarding Doris Day’s 1964 ‘High Hopes’.
Likewise, Steel Breeze I believe is not far from Harvard, IL. Obviously without surnames — skip tracing cyber-monikers is a real son-of-a-bong!
Hey! Good luck to you sir.
Safe 4th ’round ‘n ’round she goes!! Even my PTSD counselor is getting sardonic … she asked what’s over the phone and I told her my air-conditioner gave up the ghost. She said: have you tried ice cubes in your jock?
koshersalaami
06/30/2021 @ 9:51 am
That’s sardonic. I don’t know enough about your background to know what you need PTSD counseling for. You OK with sharing that?
Usually kitchen table, sometimes a desk in my daughter’s old room where I”m sort of trying to move my paperwork to. Right now kitchen table. My setup is a not very new IPad in a case with a Logitech keyboard that no longer works. The least expensive thing I could do was buy an outboard Logitech that’s a bit larger but not physically attached. So the unused keyboard holds my screen upright. I’m looking at two keyboards but only using one.
I haven’t thought about Con Chapman in ages.
The two people from both OS’s I’d like to know about most, aside maybe from Steel Breeze because I was in contact with him more recently, are JMac of course and Margaret Feike, though she may not want to be found because we bring back too many painful memories. I wasn’t close to Ms. Feike at all but I was in awe of her writing. She could have you laughing hysterically and break your heart in the space of a sentence. Part of that is her experiences but I know from experience that presentation is everything. JMac is a primary example of that. He could make going to the bathroom sound like an epic adventure.
ArtWStone
06/18/2021 @ 10:21 am
The most aesthetic appearance of a mowed lawn comes from a reel mower. That’s because it is actually cutting the grass versus a rotary mower which rips the grass. Look at the blade of grass a day after mowing with a rotary and you will see a shredded top,
Grass is not green at the soil line, so setting the blade as high as possible, then mowing regularly will result in a greener lawn needing less water as the longer cut provides shade and reduces evaporation.
A creeping grass such as a Kentucky bluegrass as used at a golf course has to be mowed lower. Golf courses and the industry built up around them rival the water, fertilizer and pesticide of the agriculture industry.
Rye grasses grow in clumps and are naturally greener.
We used a Cooper Clipper mower in the way back when I owned a landscape maintenance business. We charged more as it took a little longer than the 5 h.p. Snapper rotary mower, but it gave a beautiful cut that shimmered and waved in a breeze.
Ron Powell
06/18/2021 @ 10:50 pm
“This post is really about mowing the lawn. This isn’t code for anything andI’m not making a larger point.”
Re a greater meaning of your post:
Mowing the lawn means that you’re on the right side of the grass.
koshersalaami
06/19/2021 @ 10:40 am
I’ll have to look up Cooper Clipper.
This post is not posthumous.
Ron Powell
06/19/2021 @ 8:51 pm
If you’re on the right side of the grass and able to mow the lawn, there’s no way your post could be posthumous…
koshersalaami
06/19/2021 @ 11:07 pm
Precisely
jpHart
07/01/2021 @ 4:43 pm
well well well […] I’ve been a puppet a poet a pawn and a king […] she was a Latter Day Saint in the Early Morning […] RAIN. Boston Market afore late September, he thought. No doubt Key Largo, Pyramids along the Nile too. I was as high as the Eiffel Tower, tanning once more on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, she said whoa look at those clouds and I said honey those are the Rockies. That mojo risen riden’ riden’ (hey hey) five hundred (500) luck just right in Reno, morning after blues catching on to Keno, I was flush with residuals from our grey Rubik cubes.
And was as happy when that barrel rolled out, the old home town looking the same, the door always open, mine brothers and sisters on black onyx, homeward bound to Saginaw, Leon’s bluebird watching over me, my best typing beneath these blue umbrella skies. Just about a year ago, yesterday darkness at the break of noon. Suspect TBI, those shirts surrounding Benny the Kid Paret.
Although theoretically AWOL in Colorado Springs, dem sweet dreams rode us home to Baton Rouge, and I felt like a Salvador Dali interpretation of that album cover America.
Homeward Bound (midnight train) #751, some howl, torn and covered with scars, racing with the wind: rainman aloft, minute by minute, maybe a song, countless thousands learning how to find water, remembering who to send it to, learning how to wash.
Ayesh koshersalaami I went back jack up and OVER the great big hill for Danny Boy.
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jpHart
07/01/2021 @ 6:10 pm
HOLY HOLDEN ☮ HIVE THE ALEUTIAN BLUES
just to steal away right now:
” Given! A way a lone a last a love a long the …”
jpHart
singin’ LO;}