Showing posts with label lawn mower. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lawn mower. Show all posts

Oct 10, 2009

Latest Lust!

Just look at it..... a brand-spanking new, clean and shiny, efficient looking and powerful Cyclone Rake XL (shown here with optional mower deck adapter & dual PRO super wheels).
It's name wreaks of possibilities. Unholy suction at the end of the lawn tractor, making mince meat out of gobs and gobs of grass, sticks, leaves and weeds. Trailing behind and cleaning it up as fast as the mower can spew it out, it's fantastic.
The ultimate fantasy would be to have the Cyclone hitched behind a brand new, Canary yellow, John Deere lawn tractor! Yeah, baby... talk about hog heaven! Of course much like the snazzy compost vessel I spoke of in a previous post, this dream-boat shall stay somewhere near the top of the Spit and Glue wish list. We're still limping along with Old'Blue, mowing in short shifts until she starts to smoke and cough. Then we put her away and pray she'll dry off and be good for another few hundred yards the next day. Real spit and glue stuff.

May 24, 2009

And So We Mow!

Mowing the lawn is traditionally "A Mans Job" right? however, I know many women who don't think twice about dragging out the mower and edger to do the job themselves. But on this property, they'd be thinking more than twice about "taking on the lawn".

The difference here is that we're talking about 2 hairy acres that need mowing at least twice a month in spring & summer. We don't put on a cute gardening hat with matching gardening gloves and clogs to push a shiney-red mower up and down the yard until it's perfect.

No, we pretty much gear up with machine washable head covering, goggles, long sleeved shirt/pants, and nasty canvus shoes so as not to lose a toe or an eye to flying debris. It's all about getting the job done without the company of fleas, ticks, and mosquitos.

We ride an old, noisey rickety lawn tractor, nursing it along as it spits, groans, hickups, and sometimes stops all together, leaving us in the learch, and at the mercy of a handiman who knows a little about mechanics. We then convince him to fix it, but at the least possible expense. If he can do it with Spit & Glue, even better!