Being the author of a declining online forum that focuses on a sub-culture in a small corner of an unpopular part of the world does not mean you don’t have to mow your own lawn. You would think so, but no.
I hate mowing the lawn, and I am also not good at it. When the job is finished I do not look over my work and admire my ability to bend nature to my geometric will. My lawn will look like a haircut done by your big sister with the bric-a-brac scissors. Any plants of asthetic value will be chewed and churned to mulch while the oak suckers and the smilac will flourish and continue their plan to tear the house down.
Let’s talk later.