IV, Ode to the Push Reel Mower

http://www.mindfully.org/Air/Lawn-Mower-Pollution.htm

Still, there is nothing like no emissions.

Part Three, Ode to the Gas Powered Mower

http://www.consumerreports.org/cro/home-garden/lawn-garden/mowers-and-tractors-5-07/cutting-lawn-mower-emissions/0507emi.htm

Above is a link that supports the gas powered power. Apparently they are much better regarding emissions than the were even 10 years ago.

Mowing Part Deaux

It is still raining in North Texas. My grass is getting higher. There are weeds I've never seen before sprouting up. The mosquitoes are huge and plenty. My tomato plants are turning yellow and need the hot sun to produce anything worthwhile. Currently they produce these little green fruit that aren't good for anything but chunking at the neighbor's dog. Wet or dry there is no way that my push reel mower will make it through this jungle. It may be time to take the gas powered mower to the repair shop. Then I went to one of my favorite websites http://www.diynetwork.com/diy/lw_landscaping_mulching/article/0,2029,DIY_14136_2272527,00.html
and the DIY folks like the push reel mower for smaller yards.

More rain is expected. The weeds that are currently growing are already too big for the push reel to handle. It will lay them down, tickle them and encourage them to spread their seed.

Mowing Saga, Chapter One

A couple of years ago I bought a push reel mower similar to the one your grandfather used. I did it for two reasons. One was environmental. No mower emissions. A little extra in the battle against global warming. Second reason was exercise. I have high cholesterol (or had I should say). At one time it got to 279. I tried all kind of herbal remedies but to no avail. I had to start taking Vytorin. Now my cholesterol is down and I'm still mowing with the push reel. The chick chick chick sound is great and I've had no repairs on my push reel for two years. But it's killing me. I'm 38 so I can take it but I must admit I look at my neighbors with envy as they mow their yards in record times. I, however, basically mow mine twice. It's been raining a lot here in Texas so I have forest yard. Weeds a foot high, grass as thick as shag carpet. One reason my grass is so high is because you can't mow the yard with a push reel mower if the ground is the least bit wet. The wheels don't spin which means the blades don't spin which means I look like a fool in front of my gas-powered neighbors as I massage my grass. Will I stick with it or will I give it up?

Wanna Be a Tree Hugger (or a Salmon Kisser)?

Have you ever been surprised by a book? This one has got me and I can't stop reading it. I'm a fiction kinda guy. This unfortunately is not fiction. I look at the world differently and I'm only 3/4 of the way through this book. Subaruwoman and I took a short trip to the Spokane/Seattle, WA area this past weekend. We saw some of the most beautiful country we'll probably ever gaze upon--The Spokane River gushing over boulders because of the snow melts. We stopped on the way to Seattle at a scenic overlook at the Columbia River on Interstate 90. Breathtaking. We passed acres and acres of beautiful farmland with tons and tons of irrigation equipment. I then wondered how many of these beautiful rivers that we saw eventually hit a damn. Then I wondered how many Salmon died when the damns were erected in order to provide the irrigation needed to support the farmland. I drank a wonderful beer made with local hops from Yakima, WA, and I wondered where the water came from to grow the hops. Ridiculous? I dunno. I'm just wondering. Did you know some damns never needed to be built? That politicians with deep pockets aligned with mining companies with deeper pockets have lied to communities so they could dig their holes, give jobs to non-locals to mine it and pollute the water table so bad that fish, land animal, bird and, yes, people became sick or died? Did you know that no more gold needs to be extracted from our Earth? We have enough to sustain out gold fetish for quite some time. But the political machine must roll on, right over you and me.

David James Duncan is a liberal though I would imagine he hates being defined by such relative terms. He is critical of both Republican and Democrats for laying waste to our rivers and air. Duncan does not mince his words and I appreciate it. I now know that we can reclaim a lot of the lands we have used for farming we don't need. Duncan makes me want to go fishing on an unsquandered river, if such a thing exists. He makes me want me to be a tree hugger and a proud one, to boot. I would be a total hypocrite. (Even Duncan struggles with his own hypocrisy.) The most I do is recycle and mow my yard with a push reel mower much to my neighbor's confusion. Ooo and I have some of those crazy looking energy saving light bulbs in the house. Point being, the task to save the Earth seems like a lost cause, Duncan speaks to his own frustrations but also gives hope of both conservative and liberal and those in between coming together to fight those that don't give a happy damn about our water table as long as they pad their dirty wallets.

Does it matter if we permanently kill off Salmon that have traveled and spawned on the same rivers long before any European stepped foot on the Eastern shores of this land? I really think it does matter. It is a spiritual practice to care. For one, we have killed a beautiful animal only to make our lives easier. Most of us can't go there though. The companies are too big and the lies are too. Perhaps it our responsibility to at least discover what the truth is when someone wants to build a gold mine next to a river near you. Perhaps it is our spiritual responsibility to find more creative ways to meet the needs of farmers and those of fisherman and those of families who drink water. Yea that's you.

If you are of a more conservative stripe, this book will piss you off. Take a chance. No one is asking you to suffer, just to do your part and when you do take advantage of our natural resources (like I do) that you know what you're doing.

It'll Make You Believe in God

8 weeks this past Sunday. Little Subarufetus has a heartbeat. A mass of cells gently hooked up to a yoke sack-the fetus' nutritional source. But a mass of cells with a heartbeat nonetheless. I saw it myself on the sonogram. It was like a butterfly in the middle of these cells. 158 beats per minute to be exact. Now, I realize that fetuses are formed everyday. I was one. You were one. Frank the Cat was one. So what is so grand about this occasion? Nothing. It happens all the time all around the world. And it is this commonness that makes this one creation mesmerizing and awe inspiring for me. If this were the only little mass of cells with a fluttering heart, I would be much less impressed. Life is awesome. It would be good if we could all be reminded of that time and again.

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