Last week I exchanged some e-mails with one of my friends from New Hampshire. We were talking about news and weather and she said “John mowed for the first time yesterday.”
Is there anything that says you’re a homeowner louder than the steady whine of a lawn mower? It’s all very suburban.
Struggling for something to say about the summer rituals of lawn mowing, I read the long “lawn” entry Wikipedia. It is filled with socio-economic opinion about lawns and also touches on environmental impacts. There wasn’t much in the way of alternatives to gasoline-powered mowers. I found a somewhat obscure article about a pedal-powered mower in a farming magazine, and we all know how the push mower turned out for me last year.
I like the idea of a robotic lawn mower. I haven’t seen any like this here in Maine, though.
I’m not opposed to transforming parts of my lawn to gardens or things that require less upkeep than traditional bluegrass. I’ve added three new garden spots to the lawn area since I moved in. But even these installations are not without work and thought.
Here are some morning glories I’ve planted in a lawn cut-away garden.
I pulled the mower out yesterday and mowed two-thirds of the lawn. Tonight after work, I’ll mow the last of it. I don’t see any alternative to it this year. I’m just going to make peace with the process as much as it’s possible.