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Sep. 28th, 2008 05:19 pmAmongst the list of things to do this weekend, was (if the weather was good enough) mow the lawns to prevent them from getting to absolute jungle level.
Just finished the back flat section with Dad's electric flymo. Suspect it was designed for someone with a bit more upper body strength than me since you basically have to hold the bugger up. My hands don't like me but the grass (and copious amount of possibly coriander???) is now shorter than it was.
Debating testing the other flymo that came with the place to see if it is easier to wield on the front flat section. But apathy and next weekend are winning. Not contemplating the more slopey bits... or the rest of the garden.
(Edit: Other flymo plastic and missing half its cutting bits. No point. But did do the front flat bit anyway with Dad's one, so it is out of the way too. Fast but not good on the back or hands. Not exactly the manicured look, but still shorter. Maybe that will scare it into not producing pollen later...)
I remember this was well established in Adelaide but is now quite well confirmed: I HATE lawn mowing...
Maybe a rabbit... or an alpaca...
Just finished the back flat section with Dad's electric flymo. Suspect it was designed for someone with a bit more upper body strength than me since you basically have to hold the bugger up. My hands don't like me but the grass (and copious amount of possibly coriander???) is now shorter than it was.
Debating testing the other flymo that came with the place to see if it is easier to wield on the front flat section. But apathy and next weekend are winning. Not contemplating the more slopey bits... or the rest of the garden.
(Edit: Other flymo plastic and missing half its cutting bits. No point. But did do the front flat bit anyway with Dad's one, so it is out of the way too. Fast but not good on the back or hands. Not exactly the manicured look, but still shorter. Maybe that will scare it into not producing pollen later...)
I remember this was well established in Adelaide but is now quite well confirmed: I HATE lawn mowing...
Maybe a rabbit... or an alpaca...