It was a Tuesday in July. Hot. Humid. The kind of Georgia afternoon where you sweat just standing still. I was staring at the back half of my yard. It slopes hard. Like, hold-onto-something hard. And I had a 90-pound gas mower pointed right at it. I’d done this hill a hundred times. But that … Read more
It was a Saturday morning in late May. I had my coffee. The sun was out. I walked to my garage in suburban Indiana, fired up my Toro, and pushed it across the front lawn. The grass looked terrible. Not because I hadn’t mowed. I had. But every blade of grass looked torn, not cut. … Read more
It was a Saturday in late April. My Georgia backyard looked like a jungle. The grass had gone from “needs cutting” to “genuinely embarrassing” in about two weeks. I pulled out my old Craftsman push mower. Give the cord a yank. Heard it: that rough, sluggish cough. Like the engine was clearing its throat. That’s … Read more
I still remember the first time I stood in my garage on a warm Saturday morning in late April. The sun was already coming through the window. My push mower was sitting right there, ready to go. And I was holding three different oil bottles, completely clueless about which one to grab. Sound familiar? I’ve … Read more
It was a Saturday morning in late May. I was standing in my backyard in suburban Georgia, coffee in hand, staring at grass that had officially crossed the line from “a little long” to “genuinely embarrassing.” My neighbor pulled into his driveway. He glanced over. I waved. He just looked at my lawn. That was … Read more
I still remember the first time I tried to remove my lawn mower blade. It was a warm Saturday morning in late April. The grass was thick and green after weeks of spring rain. I fired up my old Craftsman push mower and rolled it across the yard. Instead of a clean cut, I got … Read more
A Pro’s Honest Guide I remember a Saturday last July. It was hot. The air was thick. I had a cookout planned for 5 PM. But my grass looked like a jungle. I walked outside. My boots got soaked instantly. The morning dew was heavy. I knew better. I really did. But I dragged my … Read more
It was a Saturday morning in mid-July. The sun was already beating down on the driveway. I had my coffee in one hand. I was ready to tackle the front yard. The grass was getting tall. It looked a bit messy. After climbing onto my riding mower, I turned the key and waited for the … Read more
I remember the first time I made this mistake. It was a Tuesday. I had just finished a long dinner rush at work, felt exhausted, and rushed through cutting the grass. The sky turned gray. It looked like a bruise. I ran inside. I left my mower in the middle of the yard. By morning, … Read more
It was a hot Tuesday in July. I had a brisket smoking on the grill. The smell of oak wood was heavy in the air. I looked at my lawn. It was a mess. The grass was high. I went to start my zero-turn. Nothing. The tank was bone dry. I looked at the gas … Read more