Florida. Spring. Getting warm but the tropical rains haven’t started yet so everything outside gets pretty dry in between showers, in between days when we are allowed to irrigate. The grass (and in my case, the weeds) know it’s growing season though and already mowing needs to be done about every five or six days. Mowing is a dirty, dusty job but I do it because I am a farm girl at heart, and this is as close to the land as I get in my present situation.
I am also a fan of tractors (at length in this post ) and this wonderful machine, which is as close to a tractor as Iget in my present situation is my favorite ride. It almost always starts when I turn the key, it holds enough fuel to mow the oneacrewoods, it turns on a dime with very little effort, the seat is comfy and it has cup holders which I don’t use but they are a nice touch. The zero turn concept is really cool once you get used to it – almost like the way you move your body. I mow a mean swath, not to brag, just a fact.
My last mowing session, however, almost did me in. The air became so thick with leaf dust and dirt that I had to go in the house to clean my eyes out and get some fresh air. I decided to don “the costume” which I usually skip. Masks of all kinds make me feel claustrophobic but this kind of mowing calls for extreme measures. The fact that I can breathe and see outweighs the shame of looking like a panic stricken alien flying around in clouds of dust.
All this to say that if I didn’t love this machine so much I would probably consider hiring someone to do this job for me, like maybe a real alien.