If only I had a baler
My turn to push the lawn mower around today. After what seems like a week of rain; OK, after a week of rain, the grass was lush, thick, just like the stuff we dream of when it comes time to pitch a tent or something similar. Instead, I spent an hour cutting the stuff, and then getting on with life.
With an electric mower, one must remain attentive to the mission at hand, or far too much time will be spent repairing the newly sliced cord. With two decades of practice, I know what I’m talking (writing) about.
The real shame is that my crop is a waste of effort. I fertilize, cut, and then… nothing. If only I had a baler!