The new farm mower . . . could it look more geriatric? It is pretty fancy, can turn on a dime, feels like a million bucks . . . but to be honest I am sorta missing the old mower. Jason shakes his head at me . . . I have no appreciation for the finer things in farm-life. I appreciated the old beast because it traveled at a slow and steady pace, like rowing a canoe down the Saco River. I took my first spin on the new Toro and it was more like a go-cart race. The good news is - we can mow the entire yard in half the time.
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