Lots of people don't mow their own yards anymore

[JuanHamm]

Mowed mine today as well.

I have an electric mower because I don't want to be inhaling fumes the whole time, but the battery is barely big enough to cover my whole yard and sometimes I have to leave my lawn with a mohawk over night.

[tree_]

Mowed mine today as well.

I have an electric mower because I don't want to be inhaling fumes the whole time, but the battery is barely big enough to cover my whole yard and sometimes I have to leave my lawn with a mohawk over night.

what kind of gel do you use?

[JuanHamm]

Mowed mine today as well.

I have an electric mower because I don't want to be inhaling fumes the whole time, but the battery is barely big enough to cover my whole yard and sometimes I have to leave my lawn with a mohawk over night.

what kind of gel do you use?

I don't want to say because it's kinda gross. Let's just say it's a tribute to There's something about Mary.

[washing machine]

Might be time to brave the fumes of the gas mower, tommy. Or else a voltage upgrade.

[JuanHamm]

I could buy a second battery, but they're mighty expensive.

[bodysnatcher]

Just burn your house down and use the insurance money for a townhome without a yard

[dad]

Just burn your house down and use the insurance money for a townhome without a yard

a solid option if you can pull it off.

there's also xeriscaping.

[JuanHamm]

Just burn your house down and use the insurance money for a townhome without a yard

a solid option if you can pull it off.

there's also xeriscaping.

Did you just make that word up?

[dad]

Just burn your house down and use the insurance money for a townhome without a yard

a solid option if you can pull it off.

there's also xeriscaping.

Did you just make that word up?

no, option is a common word.

[bodysnatcher]

dad’s yard naturally xeriscaped itself this summer

[dad]

dad’s yard naturally xeriscaped itself this summer

yes, i am very upset about my lawn dying. i had about a week where i watered twice a day every other day, but i felt that was too wasteful.

there are only scattered patches of lush green to mow. it's so disappointing.

[bodysnatcher]

dad’s yard naturally xeriscaped itself this summer

yes, i am very upset about my lawn dying. i had about a week where i watered twice a day every other day, but i felt that was too wasteful.

there are only scattered patches of lush green to mow. it's so disappointing.

My yard to let my lawn go dormant in the summer. It looked dead, but once the rain and autumn rolled back around it was greener than pickle.

[spike]

Mowed mine today as well.

I have an electric mower because I don't want to be inhaling fumes the whole time, but the battery is barely big enough to cover my whole yard and sometimes I have to leave my lawn with a mohawk over night.

Do you leave it plugged in all the time? Some batts, you’re not supposed to.

[96583UP]

mowing sucks

watering is pleasant tho

[spike]

mowing's great if you have a riding mower

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bodysnatcher]

I’m identifying as a xerisexual

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[washing machine]

mowing's great if you have a riding mower

I could never mow with you. What a boring take.

[spike]

mowing's great if you have a riding mower

I could never mow with you. What a boring take.

i'd end up doing 80% of it minimum