Since last summer, The Pony has been asking for a lawnmower. Not a riding mower or a push mower, but an old-fashioned mower with a revolving cylinder of blades. Like from the 1950s, such as you might see on Leave it to Beaver, or The Andy Griffith Show, just before a housewife brings out a pitcher of lemonade for the kid mowing her yard. The Pony isn't wanting any lemonade. Just a silent mower that could be used any time of early morning or late evening, and not bother the neighbors.
Farmer H said he has several of those mowers. He's been meaning to get one to The Pony. But hasn't. Winter came and went. Now it's mowing season again. The Pony reminds me each week on Errand Day that Farmer H still hasn't provided such a mower.
We both emphasized this need when we were all together at Easter Dinner. On Tuesday, Farmer H said he was going down to his Creekside Cabin to get a mower for The Pony. I guess he has it with a bunch of his other junk collectibles down there. Yet he came back without a mower.
"It ain't good enough. The blades are too dull on the best one I have. You'd be wore out trying to mow with it, and the grass wouldn't be any shorter."
On Wednesday, Farmer H went to a local hardware store and ordered an old-fashioned push mower for The Pony. He picks it up on Tuesday. It cost $152.38, which was the price of $139.99, plus 12.39 tax. The Pony knows, and is okay with paying that.
It won't take too long for that new old mower to earn its keep. Farmer H charges The Pony $35 for lawnmowing. Sometimes it's $45, and a couple times it was $50. I don't know if that's because he's paying Old Buddy by the hour to do it, or if sometimes there's weed-eating as well. In the summer, Farmer H mows twice a week.
I hope that mower is everything The Pony hopes it will be.
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