Here is my new sexy little thing.  I know, not exactly conventional sexy.  Until now.  I've never been a "Lawn Ranger" but I think I may have been converted.  Having never had a lawn of our own before, we never needed such things as a lawn mower (or a wheelbarrow, a step-ladder, raspberry canes).  So while I generally don't get worked up an excited about power tools... I fell in love with this human-powered tool.  It makes me want to go out and mow.  Again.  And again.

It is light, it is quiet, it is relaxing.  Mowing has become a walking meditation.  Instead of ploughing through, you walk over.  You still get the lovely smell of freshly cut grass- now unadulterated by gas fumes and a rumbling motor.  I'm in love- I'm in love and proselytizing.  If you mow your lawn... convert.  It's inexpensive, doesn't require an outside energy source and there's not much to fix.  No pain in the ass pull-starter, no scaring your dog, no rattling your bones, no turning pebbles and sticks into mortars.  This is a beautiful thing.  In the land of lawn tractors that have their own canopy, headlight and beverage holder I'm loving my less-is-mower.  In the age of "carbon footprints", rising fuel prices and noise pollution I'm loving my little piece of quiet.