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

How to Clean Lawnmower Carburetor: A Simple Guide for Every Yard I remember a hot Saturday last July. It was about 90 degrees. The humidity was high. I was in my backyard in Georgia. The grass was tall. It looked messy. I pulled the cord on my mower. Nothing happened. I pulled again. Still nothing. … Read more

Spring is here. The birds are singing. The grass is growing fast. The walk leads to the shed. Everything feels ready for cutting. A hand grabs the handle. The cord gets pulled. Nothing happens. You pull again. Still nothing. It is quiet. It is frustrating. This situation is familiar. It has happened in an Ohio … Read more

I still remember the first time I tried to change a lawnmower blade. It was a hot July day in Georgia. The humidity was thick enough to chew on. My old push mower had hit a hidden tree root. The cut was bad. The grass looked torn, not sliced. I dragged the mower out to … Read more

I still remember the first time I killed a mower. It was a hot July day in Georgia. The humidity was thick enough to chew on. I was trying to cut tall fescue in the heat. The engine sputtered. Then it clunked. It stopped dead. I checked the oil. It was black sludge. I felt … Read more

I still remember the day I killed my first mower. It was a hot July morning in Georgia. The air was thick and humid. The grass was wet and growing fast. It needed to be cut early in the day, before the heat became intense. I ran to the shed, grabbed an old red gas … Read more

I remember the first time I really paid attention to my mower. It was a hot, sticky Saturday in July. The air felt heavy. I was pushing my old mower through a patch of thick, wet grass. The engine groaned. It sounded like it was dying. The grass didn’t look cut. It looked chewed. That’s … Read more

I was cutting tall fescue in my backyard in humid Georgia last July. It was hot. The air smelled like rain. Suddenly, I hit a hidden tree root. Clang! The mower shuddered. I felt it in my bones. I knew right then the edge was gone. If you own a home, you know this feeling. … Read more