How Green My Discontent

So I bought the reel mower.

I cut about 1/4 of the yard in about 90 minutes tonight.

Then I died.

Not really.

But it kicked my ass.

And it's not that great of a mow job. (ha. mow job. ha.)

The reel mower dosen't cut the tall weedy grass. Nor does it cut every single blade of grass. You have to make a couple passes. But it does cut really, really well. The grass I mowed a couple days ago. I would never use it to do the first mow of the Spring. But maybe the mows in August and September when the grass is half dead anyway, or maybe if I got ambitious and cut the grass weekly.

I've got 90 days to make my decision.

On the plus side, I didn't have to yank and yank and yank to get it started. I didn't have to get gas on my hands. I could hear what was going on around me. And the lightening bugs flew in formation beside the mower, like dolphins escorting a tug boat. Aww, how nice.

Lots of traffic on the road tonight, and I fully expected the masses to stop and question me about the reel mower. What with it being an oddity and all. Oh the masses did slow down, but it wasn't because I was being so green. It's just not every day you see a purple fat woman mowing grass at twilight.

Stay tuned tomorrow to see if I can move my arms. Maybe there's something to this reel mowing thing. If I decide to keep it, I'm getting t-shirts made, "Real Women use Reel Mowers"

In organic cotton of course.