Mower

I never thought of myself as a lawn mower man. ‘Perfect’, manicured lawns devoid of life which exist solely for aesthetics aren’t my thing. I was always happy for the grass to grow and use the space. We sat upon it, had picnics, BBQs, pitched tents. I loved the life that would buzz around the long grass. When I moved house, I went from a tiny 20m^2 lawn to over 500m^2. In the first year I carried…