I should take a pic of what I use to mow this lawn (clover). It's no less than thirty years old, with a broken wheel that has been welded back on. It's heavy. I'm not. It takes me hours to mow an area the size of a postage stamp. The yard is surrounded by at least six tall oak trees that cry branches onto the ground whenever the wind blows. I have to pick those up before I can mow and place them on a pile to be burned later, when the wind isn't blowing. Notice the photo above. Their grass looks nice. I'm going for now. Gotta go see a man about a goat....
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