#finishing mower blades

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I would say this was my dad but my dad could never get a smartphone to work for long enough to take a video like this, much less upload it anywhere

going to work 😌

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Balcony Daydreams - Nicholas Alexander Chavez x fem!reader

summary: (Y/N) ogles her neighbor, Nicholas, as he mows his yard in the July heat and offers him a glass of lemonade.

warnings: 18+, unprotected p in v

required listening: West Coast by Lana Del Rey

word count: 4, 350

a/n: I’ve had west coast on repeat and then they dropped that photo of Nicholas and I HAD to write this

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The humid July air was heavy with the scent of freshly cut grass, the low drone of the lawnmower blending with the distant chirp of cicadas. From my balcony, I watched as my neighbor Nicholas worked below, completely in his element.

He wore a fitted white tank top that clung to his broad back, streaked with flecks of grass and dirt, the evidence of his labor etched into the fabric. The way his shoulders moved — strong, deliberate, fluid — held me captive in a way I couldn’t quite justify. His hair was damp, curling slightly at the nape of his neck, the sun catching in its messy waves.

He paused for a moment, resting his hands on the mower’s handle as he gazed over the yard, his back still turned to me. The lines of his muscles were sharp under the tight stretch of his shirt, the faint outline of his shoulder blades shifting as he breathed deeply. A silver chain caught the light against his tan skin, sitting just at the curve of his neck, and I found myself wondering who had given it to him — or if it was something he wore for himself, a quiet, unspoken piece of who he was.

The heat of the day had painted a sheen of sweat along his arms, making his skin almost luminous. He reached up to swipe his forearm across his forehead, muscles flexing with the motion, and I had to grip the edge of my chair to stop myself from staring too long. But even as I told myself to look away, my eyes betrayed me, roaming over the way his shirt clung to his frame and the subtle, careless smudges of dirt on his skin.

The air seemed heavier with him out there, as though his presence alone had turned up the heat by a few degrees. My heart beat a little faster, a soft ache settling in my chest at the sheer effortlessness of him. I romanticized him without permission — this quiet moment of his, as though he were a character written into the script of my life just for me to observe. Nicholas, my too-good-to-be-true neighbor, the kind of man who moved through life like it was his own stage, unknowingly drawing all the light toward him.

And then, as though he could feel the weight of my gaze, he glanced up. My breath caught. His dark brown eyes lifted to meet mine, and even from a distance, the spark of recognition was unmistakable. For a second, I thought I might’ve imagined the way his lips curved into a crooked smile, soft yet teasing, but the heat rising to my cheeks told me otherwise.

Caught, I froze, clutching my glass of lemonade tighter than necessary. I thought he might say something, but instead, Nicholas ran a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, turned back to the mower, and kept going. That smile lingered, though, etched in my mind like a secret meant just for me.

The moment stretched as I sat there, trying to collect myself. His smile — crooked, teasing, like he knew what I was thinking — had set every nerve in my body alight. I swallowed hard, willing myself to calm down, but the next thing I knew, I was on my feet, grabbing the pitcher of lemonade I’d made. My hands trembled slightly as I poured a glass, the ice clinking against the sides.

I didn’t let myself overthink it. Before I could talk myself out of it, I stepped off the balcony, down the stairs, and across my yard toward him.

Nicholas had just finished another pass with the mower, his movements slowing as he noticed me approaching. His brows lifted slightly in surprise, and then that same lazy grin spread across his face. God, he was dangerous like that — so at ease, like he had all the time in the world and I was the only thing worth focusing on.

“Thought you might want a break,” I said, holding out the glass to him over the short white picket fence separating our yards. My voice sounded steady, but inside, my pulse was a riot.

He switched off the mower, leaning against it casually as he reached for the glass. “Well, aren’t you sweet?” he said, his slightly raspy voice wrapping around the words. His fingers brushed mine as he took the glass, and even that small contact sent a jolt straight through me.

Nicholas took a long sip, his throat working as he swallowed. A bead of condensation slipped down the side of the glass, mirroring the drop of sweat trailing down his neck. I forced myself not to stare, but he didn’t make it easy. When he finished, he let out a satisfied sigh, holding the glass up in a mock toast. “Best lemonade I’ve ever had.”

“Flatterer,” I teased, though my voice was softer than I’d intended. He chuckled, setting the glass down on the mower before turning those dark brown eyes back to me. Up close, they were even more mesmerizing — warm, rich, and impossibly intense, like he could see right through me.

“Seriously,” he said, his tone dropping, quieter now. “Thanks for this. I owe you.”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Just being neighborly.”

His grin widened, and he stepped a little closer, closing the already small space between us. “Neighborly, huh?” His voice was teasing, but there was a heat in his gaze now, something heavier, more deliberate. “That why you’ve been watching me from your balcony all afternoon?”

I froze, the blush spreading from my cheeks all the way down my neck. “I wasn’t—”

“You were,” he interrupted, his smile softening. “It’s okay, baby. I don’t mind.”

The way he said it — baby — with just the faintest edge of amusement, sent a shiver through me. My breath hitched as he reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face. His hand lingered, his fingers just barely grazing my cheek, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stand there and fall apart under his touch.

“Tell me if I’m wrong,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. His eyes searched mine, waiting, giving me an out.

But I didn’t want an out.

“You’re not wrong,” I whispered.

That was all he needed.

Nicholas closed the distance between us, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that was anything but tentative. His hands found my waist, pulling me against him, and I melted into him, my fingers gripping the fabric of his tank top as if I needed to hold on or risk losing myself entirely. He tasted like lemonade and something darker, headier, and I was dizzy with it, drunk on the way he made me feel.

He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, “Inside?”

I nodded, breathless, and he crossed the picket fence over to my side. I took him by the hand, leading him toward the door of my house. The mower, the heat, the rest of the world — all of it faded as we stepped inside, the cool air of the kitchen doing little to calm the fire building between us.

Nicholas didn’t waste any time. The second the door shut behind us, he spun me around, pressing me against it as his lips found mine again. This time, the kiss was slower, deeper, his hands roaming my sides as though he wanted to memorize every inch of me. His touch was firm yet careful, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt to trace the bare skin of my waist.

“You’ve been driving me crazy, you know that?” he muttered against my lips, his voice thick with want. “Sitting up there, looking so damn perfect…”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound catching in my throat as his lips moved to my neck. “I wasn’t trying to…”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made my knees weak. “You did.”

My protests dissolved into a gasp as he lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the counter. His hands splayed on my thighs, spreading warmth everywhere they touched, and I was gone — completely and utterly his.

The cool marble of the counter was a sharp contrast to the heat of his touch, but it only heightened the sensation, grounding me in the moment. Nicholas stood between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs with deliberate slowness, his thumbs brushing against the hem of my dress. He paused there, his eyes dark with intent as he looked at me, waiting for a sign to keep going.

I leaned forward, threading my fingers through his messy, damp hair and pulling him closer. That was all he needed. His lips claimed mine again, hungrier this time, his kiss searing and unapologetic. He tasted like summer, sweet and heady, and I couldn’t get enough. My hands trailed down his back, feeling the way his muscles shifted beneath my touch, still warm and slick from the sun. He groaned softly at the contact, his fingers gripping my waist tighter as though he couldn’t get close enough.

The kitchen was bathed in golden light, the curtains billowing softly in the warm breeze. Outside, the world went on — the cicadas still sang, the sun still shone — but inside, time seemed to stop, the two of us lost in this perfect, reckless moment.

Nicholas tugged at the hem of my dress, his fingertips brushing the bare skin of my thighs. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice low and rough, his dark eyes searching mine.

“Yes,” I breathed, nodding, my heart hammering in my chest. “Yes.”

His hands moved with more certainty then, sliding the fabric higher until it pooled around my hips. His gaze roamed over me, lingering just long enough to make my cheeks flush, but he didn’t give me time to feel self-conscious. He leaned in, his lips trailing down my jaw and along my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. Every kiss, every touch was deliberate, like he was savoring me, like he’d been waiting for this moment as long as I had.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a soft rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak — all I could do was feel. The press of his body against mine, the heat of his breath on my skin, the way his lips curved into a satisfied smile against my collarbone when he found the spot that made me gasp.

Nicholas’s hands were firm, calloused from his work, their roughness dragging against the soft skin of my thighs. His tank top, streaked with dirt and sweat, clung to his body as if it were a second skin, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands up under the fabric, exploring the planes of his back. He was hot to the touch, his muscles taut and shifting beneath my fingertips as though he’d been built for this — for me.

He growled low in his throat when I traced my nails lightly down his spine, his body reacting instinctively. His lips crashed against mine again, demanding and fervent, and I met him with the same hunger, clutching him to me like he might disappear if I let go. The faint, salty tang of sweat on his skin only added to the overwhelming heat between us. It was intoxicating, dizzying, and I wanted more.

The tension in the room was electric, the sticky summer heat still clinging to both of us even in the cool air of the kitchen. Nicholas pressed me harder against the counter, his hands roaming over me as though he couldn’t decide where to touch next. When his lips left mine to trail along my jaw and down my neck, I gasped, my head tilting back to give him better access. His breath was hot against my skin, and I shivered at the contrast of it against the cool sweat still drying on my chest.

I pulled him closer, my nails digging into his shoulders as he worked his way back up to my lips. “Nicholas…” I whispered his name, and he answered with a kiss that stole my breath away.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this,” he murmured against the hollow of my throat, his voice rough and unsteady, like he was barely holding himself together. His teeth grazed the delicate skin there, and I let out a soft cry, my hands tangling in his damp hair.

“Then stop holding back,” I whispered, the words spilling out before I could stop them. My voice was breathless, trembling, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know how badly I needed him, how much I had craved this moment.

His head snapped up, his dark brown eyes locking onto mine. They were heavy-lidded with desire, but there was a flicker of amusement there too, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Careful, baby,” he warned, his voice low and teasing, but the heat in his gaze told me he’d taken my words as a challenge. “I might just take you up on that.”

Before I could respond, his hands gripped my hips, tugging me closer to the edge of the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him against me, and I felt the hard lines of his body press into mine. There was no space left between us now, only the unbearable heat and friction as his hands slid under my thighs to lift me effortlessly.

He carried me like I weighed nothing, his strength undeniable and utterly captivating. The sweaty tank top clung to him, streaked with green smudges from the freshly cut grass, the dirt on his skin rubbing off onto mine. I didn’t care — it only made the moment more real, more raw.

Nicholas set me down on the kitchen table, his lips finding mine again with a hunger that matched the storm building between us. My hands roamed over his chest, pushing up the hem of his tank top until I finally peeled it off of him. His skin was slick with sweat, the salty tang of it lingering on my lips as I kissed my way down his neck and across his collarbone. My fingers traced the outline of the faint tan line where his chain rested, and I couldn’t stop myself from tugging him closer, greedy for every inch of him.

“You’re making a mess,” I teased breathlessly, glancing at the streaks of dirt and grass clinging to his skin, now smeared across my thighs and the edge of the table.

Nicholas smirked, his hands gripping my waist. “You complaining?” he shot back as he fiddled with the button of his grass-stained jeans, his voice low and gravelly, the heat in his gaze making my stomach flip.

“Not even a little,” I murmured, the words slipping out before I could think. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, but Nicholas wasn’t giving me a moment’s reprieve. His smirk deepened, and with one smooth motion, he pulled his sweat-soaked tank top over his head and tossed it onto the floor.

The sight of him made my heart stutter. His body, glistening with sweat, was a masterpiece — all defined muscle and raw power, streaked with dirt and flecks of grass from his work outside. The chain around his neck gleamed in the golden light streaming through the kitchen window, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from trailing down, taking in every line, every shadow, every inch of him.

“Like what you see?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly, as he stepped closer, his hands finding my thighs again. His thumbs brushed over the dirt-streaked skin there, his touch deliberate and almost possessive.

“Maybe,” I managed to reply, though my voice betrayed just how much he had me unraveled.

“Maybe?” he echoed, his dark brown eyes locking onto mine as his fingers tightened their grip on my legs, pulling me closer to the edge of the table. “Baby, don’t kid yourself.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but his lips were on mine before I could form a word, silencing any protest. His kiss was intense, his hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he pressed himself against me, his bare chest warm and damp from the sun. The faint, salty tang of his sweat mingled with the taste of lemonade still on my lips, and I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped me.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice thick with satisfaction. His hands slid higher, fingers curling around the hem of my dress. The fabric bunched under his grip, and he pulled it higher, his knuckles grazing my skin as he exposed more of me.

The tension in the air was suffocating, the heat between us impossible to ignore. My fingers tangled in his messy, damp hair, pulling him closer as he trailed kisses down my neck, the faint patches of stubble scratching deliciously against my skin. I could feel the strength in his body, the way his muscles flexed as he lifted me slightly, adjusting me against him like I weighed nothing at all. The wood creaked faintly beneath my weight, but neither of us paid it any mind. My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him flush against me, and his lips claimed mine again, heated and unrelenting.

The sweat on his skin mixed with the streaks of dirt that clung to both of us, smearing against the table as he leaned over me. His chain dangled just above my chest, catching the fading sunlight that poured through the window. My fingers curled around it, tugging him closer, and a low growl escaped from deep in his throat, vibrating against my lips.

“Nicholas,” I murmured, his name falling from my lips like a plea. He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet my gaze, his dark brown eyes heavy-lidded with desire. There was a teasing glint in them, but also something more — something raw and unspoken.

“You like saying my name, don’t you?” he muttered, his voice rough, a husky edge of amusement threading through it. His hands trailed up my thighs, slow and deliberate, spreading warmth everywhere they touched. “Say it again.”

“Nicholas,” I whispered, my breath hitching as his hands moved higher, his fingers skimming the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of my dress, tugging my underwear down and letting it fall at my ankles.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips finding the hollow of my throat as his hands splayed against my hips, holding me firmly in place. The way he touched me, with a mix of roughness and care, sent a jolt straight through me, igniting every nerve in my body. I arched into him, my nails dragging down his back, leaving faint, deliberate marks against his sweat-slicked skin.

His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of fire along my collarbone and down the curve of my neck. Each kiss, each graze of his teeth, felt like a carefully placed spark, threatening to consume me entirely. My hands tangled in his messy, damp hair, tugging him closer as his name slipped from my lips again, softer this time, almost a sigh.

His hands gripped my waist as he finally undid the zipper of his pants and pulled the layers of fabric down, pulling me further toward the edge of the table until there was nothing but him holding me steady. I couldn’t form words; all I could do was feel — feel the strength in his arms as he steadied me, feel the heat of his body pressed against mine, feel the way every inch of him seemed to mold to me like we were meant for this, for each other.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, his tone softer now, his lips brushing against my ear as his hands held me in place. “I don’t want to—”

“It’s not,” I interrupted, breathless and trembling beneath his touch. My voice was shaky but certain. “It’s not too much.”

That was all he needed. Nicholas’s mouth covered mine again, deeper this time, more consuming. His hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to anchor me to him as he slipped his length inside me and started to move against me, his body strong and deliberate. The dining table creaked beneath us, the sound blending with our gasps and the faint hum of cicadas outside.

Time blurred, each moment stretching into the next, until all I knew was him — his heat, his strength, the way he whispered my name like it was something sacred. My head fell back, and his lips found the curve of my jaw.

The tension built steadily, each movement more deliberate than the last. Nicholas’s hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding me against him as though we were moving to a rhythm only the two of us could hear. His lips trailed along my neck, his stubble scraping my skin just enough to heighten every sensation. I gasped, my fingers digging into the slick, sweat-dampened muscles of his back as he filled me completely, each motion driving me closer to the edge.

“God,” he murmured, his voice rough and ragged, his forehead pressing against mine as he paused for a moment to catch his breath. His chain grazed my skin, cool against the heat of our bodies, and I couldn’t stop myself from tugging him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. The words spilled out before I could think, unfiltered and needy, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was him—closer, deeper, more. “Please.”

Nicholas’s dark eyes met mine, and the way he looked at me made my breath catch. His lips curved into a crooked grin, and he pressed a kiss to my temple before murmuring, “I wasn’t planning to.”

He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and I cried out, my back arching off the table as a wave of pleasure crashed through me. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he moved again, slower this time, deliberate in the way he pressed into me. The table creaked beneath us louder, the sound barely registering over the pounding of my heart and the soft moans spilling from my lips.

The sunlight filtering through the window painted golden patterns across his skin, accentuating the way his muscles flexed with every movement. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, a thin sheen of sweat making his tan skin glisten. The faint streaks of dirt and grass on his arms and shoulders transferred onto my skin, grounding me in the reality of him.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his voice low and rough as his hands slid up to cup my face. His thumbs brushed gently against my cheeks, a stark contrast to the intensity of his movements. “I want to see you.”

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze, and the raw emotion I saw there — the hunger, the need, the unspoken connection between us — was enough to send me spiraling. My hands slid up his arms, gripping his shoulders as I gave in completely, letting him take me higher and higher.

“Nicholas,” I gasped, his name falling from my lips like a prayer. He groaned softly in response, his head dipping to press a kiss to the hollow of my throat as his pace quickened, the tension between us reaching its breaking point.

“God, you feel so good,” he muttered against my skin, his voice thick with need. His hands gripped my waist tightly, anchoring me to him as he thrust into me, his movements growing more desperate.

My world narrowed to the feel of him, the heat of his body against mine, the way his voice wrapped around me like a tether. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, the edge drawing nearer with every deliberate motion until finally, the world seemed to shatter around us.

My body arched against his, a broken moan spilling from my lips as the pleasure overtook me, wave after wave crashing through me. Nicholas followed moments later, his grip on my hips tightening as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, a low, guttural sound escaping him as he came undone. My fingers clung to his shoulders, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, and he warm breath brushed against my skin.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, the soft hum of the cicadas and the faint rustle of the curtains the only sounds filling the space around us. His hands slid up my sides, gentler now, and he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering there like he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost tender.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I nodded, my fingers still tangled in his hair.

He leaned back slightly, just enough to look at me, and the crooked grin I’d come to know so well spread across his face. “Good,” he said, his voice still low, though there was a playful edge to it now. He reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face, his thumb lingering against my cheek.

“Anytime you need me to come over and mow your lawn…” He paused, his grin widening as his dark brown eyes flicked down to my lips before meeting mine again. “You just let me know, baby.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, soft and breathless, as I shook my head. “I think I’ll take you up on that,” I said, my voice teasing but full of promise.

“I’ll be waiting,” he said, leaning in to press one last kiss to my lips, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to make sure I’d remember it.

[floridaboiler]

What Is The Main Ingredient of WD-40?

Before you read to the end, does anybody know what the main ingredient of WD-40?

No Cheating.....

WD-40 ~ Who knew!

I had a neighbour who bought a new pickup.

I got up very early one Sunday morning and saw that someone had spray

painted red all around the sides of this beige truck (for some unknown

reason).

I went over, woke him up, and told him the bad news.

He was very upset and was trying to figure out what to do ....

probably nothing until Monday morning, since nothing was open.

Another neighbour came out and told him to get his WD-40 and clean it off.

It removed the unwanted paint beautifully and did not harm his paint

job that was on the truck. I was impressed!

WD-40 who knew?

"Water Displacement #40".

The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and

degreaser to protect missile parts.

WD-40 was created in 1953, by three technicians at the San Diego

Rocket Chemical Company.

Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'Water

Displacement' Compound.

They were finally successful for a formulation, with their fortieth

attempt, thus WD-40. The 'Convair Company' bought it in bulk to

protect their atlas missile parts.

Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40

that would hurt you.

When you read the 'shower door' part, try it. It's the first thing

that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic,

it works just as well as on glass. It's a miracle!

Then try it on your stove-top.

It's now shinier than it's ever been.

You'll be amazed.

WD-40 Uses:

1. Protects silver from tarnishing.

2. Removes road tar and grime from cars.

3. Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.

4. Gives floor that 'just-waxed' sheen without making them slippery.

5. Keeps the flies off of Cows, Horses, and other Farm Critters.

6. Restores and cleans chalkboards.

7. Removes lipstick stains.

8. Loosens stubborn zippers.

9. Untangles jewellery chains.

10. Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.

11. Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.

12. Keeps ceramic/terracotta garden pots from oxidising.

13. Removes tomato stains from clothing.

14. Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.

15. Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.

16. Keeps scissors working smoothly.

17. Lubricates noisy door hinges on both home and vehicles doors.

18. It removes that nasty tar and scuff marks from the kitchen

flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to

scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some

windows if you have a lot of marks.

19. Remove those nasty bug guts that will eat away the finish

on your car if not removed quickly!

20. Gives a children's playground gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.

21. Lubricates gearshift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on

riding mowers.

22. Rids kids rocking chair and swings of squeaky noises.

23. Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.

24. Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.

25. Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well

as vinyl bumpers.

26. Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.

27. Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.

28. Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons and bicycles for

easy handling.

29. Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.

30. Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.

31. Removes grease splatters from stove-tops.

32. Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.

33. Lubricates prosthetic limbs.

34. Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).

35. Removes all traces of duct tape.

36. Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve

arthritis pain.

37. Florida 's favourite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from

grills and bumpers.'

38. The favourite use in the state of New York , it protects the Statue

of Liberty from the elements.

39. WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a little on live bait or lures and you

will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper than

the chemical attractants that are made for just that purpose. Keep

in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing

are not allowed in some states.

40. Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and

stops the itch.

41. It is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray it on the marks

and wipe with a clean rag.

42. Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed

and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the

lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! The lipstick is gone!

43. If you spray it inside a wet distributor cap, it will displace the

moisture, allowing the engine to start.

My discovery, Ants don't like it..................

P.S.

As for that Basic, Main Ingredient.......

Well.... it's FISH OIL....

Now This Is Definitely Worth SHARING!!

[liones-s]

hot take but actually lawns are fine as long as you mow them with a manual push mower. Not a gas mower that you push, an actual manual mower where the turning wheels drive the blade to cut grass. The type of shit where if this was the 80s you’d make $5 an hour mowing someone’s lawn. You’d finish and you’d be hot because it’s exhausting to push this thing, and you’re sweaty. Mrs. Erickson waits until you’re finished mowing and then she comes out, and she’s in a swimsuit cause it’s 90 degrees out and she offers you lemonade. ‘Jeremy you must be exhausted, it’s so hot out!’ she says. You take your shirt off and you can’t help but notice that she’s looking at you. You take the lemonade. It’s crisp and just on the edge of being too sweet. ‘Sorry Mrs. Erickson, I’ll put the mower away’ you say. ‘There’s no rush’ she tells you. She pours you some more lemonade. The grass is so short because your manual push mower is so efficient. You’ve made $5 today. It’s the 80s and life is good, the economy is thriving, the looming fear of nuclear destruction is pushed to the back of your mind as Mrs. Erickson adjusts the straps on her blue one-piece swimsuit. The sun beats down. The lawn looks fucking amazing -

[object-obsession]

| Combined post #2 | Low-budget horror movies featuring sentient objects as killers

Inanimate Object Characters List | Entry: 41

I have seen none of these and I never will.

This is a bunch of randomness, but as trash as these movies may or may not be (just kidding, ain't no way they are good), they must be included. Otherwise, I would not be able to honestly finish this list.

By the way, the images are gonna be small with these ones.

Movie: Killdozer (1974) | Object: bulldozer

I'm not sure if I had even heard of this movie until today.

Movie: Death Bed: The Bed that Eats (1977) | Object: bed

Look at that title. I'm sure this one is already as bad as it sounds...

Movie: Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (1978) | Object: tomatoes

I think this would work better as an animation like the cover, but in reality, it's a low-budget live-action movie.

Movie: Ferat Vampire (1982) | Object: car

It's a Czech movie. And I had definitely never heard of it until today.

Movie: Blades (1988) | Object: lawn mower

Apparently a parody of "Jaws"... I have no idea either, man.

Movie: Amityville 4: The Evil Escapes (1989) | Object: lamp

This movie revolves around a demonic lamp or whatever.

Movie: Battle Heater (1989) | Object: heater

It's a Japanese movie. Also looking ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵒ promising, am I right?

Movie: I Bought a Vampire Motorcycle (1990) | Object: motor cycle

Are the vampire motorcycle and vampire car from Ferat Vampire related to each other...?

Movie: Amityville: It's About Time (1992) | Object: clock

Who thought it was a good idea to make more Amityville movies?

Movie: Amityville: A New Generation (1993) | Object: mirror

I... I give up...

Movie: The Mangler (1995), The Mangler 2 (2002), The Mangler Reborn (2005) | Object: laundry press

I saw the ending... It enough for me to decide not to watch it. Only today, I found out it has a two sequels. How?! And why?!

Movie: Killer Condom (1996) | Object: condom

Do I even have to say anything...?

Movie: Deathbed (2002) | Object: bed

No more bed horror movies, please.

Movie: The Red Shoes (2005) | Object: a pair of high heels

It's a Korean movie.

Movie: The Wig (2005) | Object: wig

It's a Korean movie... again.

Movie: Evil Bong (2006), Evil Bong 2: King Bong (2009), Evil Bong 3: The Wrath of Bong (2011) | Object: bong

And there is a WHOLE FIESTA of Evil Bong sequels. THERE'S 10 FRICKING MOVIES. Indeed, these three are not even all of them.

Movie: Road Train/Road Kill (2010) | Object: road train

No, it's not a train, it's a kind of semi-truck, apparently.

Movie: Killer Piñata (2015) | Object: piñata

Its design is pretty funny, honestly - but the movie's rating is not.

Movie: The Sand (2015) | Object: beach

Movie: Attack of the Killer Donuts (2016) | Object: donuts

The fact that they made this not even so long ago is embarrassing.

Movie: Bed of the Dead/The Dwelling (2016) | Object: bed

GUYS. JUST STOP THE BED MOVIES.

Movie: The Car: Road to Revenge (2019) | Object: car

Walmart Christine, I suppose.

Movie: The Drone (2019) | Object: drone

Killer drone goes brrrrrr. *someone's neck falls off

Movie: Bad Hair (2020) | Object: wig

Some concepts just somehow keep on returning, despite yielding bad results (almost) every single time. Like cars, refrigerators, beds and (most surprisingly, in my opinion) hair.

Movie: The Killing Tree (2022) | Object: Christmas tree

The rating is so bad, that giving it a try is too risky. And that title is foretelling as well. I don't trust such a title to be of a good movie.

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✨ 36 movies FINALLY COVERED ✨

This undoubtedly will be the longest post. If people in the future decide to make more low-rating sentient object horror movies, I'll be sure to add them to this list if I come across them. If I don't and you noticed their existence, LEMME KNOW (please).

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Okay, so I also have come across a bunch of short films revolving around sentient objects, but this list is long enough as it is right now already. So if you are curious, I'll just leave the link down here and you can check out the IMDb list I found yourself:

Inanimate Objects Horror (imdb.com)

I'm a tiny bit annoyed, because it took me a whole while to compile this list, but only after I found most of the titles myself already, I found this list. But oh well, at least some titles I have been able to add because of that list. And there are some titles here that didn't appear in that list, so in the end, some of my work was still useful.

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Lastly, quick mention of Annabelle and Chucky, because even though they are technically objects, they resemble humans and aren't eligible for this list. However, the characters are quite popular among some horror lovers, so hence this shout-out.

[blubushie]

Just a random bit of good news I'm still happy over, but THE MOVE FINISHED I AM IN THE HOUSE, Coffee is enjoying the new furniture (thanks to my aunt and uncle), and I am... slowly reorganizing everything because I have a lot of small knick knacks and books of the sketching and writing variety

also got to mow for the first time and kinda proud I figure out how to correctly make the mower go and the blade run in less than a minute without help

WOOOOOOO I fucking love mowing shit. Love yard work. Lemme!

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

I am so fed up.

I’ve had a headache for two days straight, I was already sore and tired from stuff I did, and my ankle came up lame on me. I’m having crazy powerful anxiety spells about my brother planning to show up sometime in the next week or so to judge if I’ve done enough. Still, I was going to take it easy for a few hours before I collapse.

Suddenly someone offered to loan me a mower, and I had to go get it right then. I couldn’t afford to turn it down, what with not being up for another two days of swing blade work right now.

Going to get it the pickup went into low fuel.

Then the car went into low fuel.

And I need to buy gas for the mower.

I had $40 to last me until June 7th.

Great.

I got as little gas as possible, and ran out. I was exhausted, melted, and my ankle bleeding, but damn it I was going to finish, so more gas.

And the mower wouldn’t start!

Okay, so I remember now that last year when I ran out using it it wouldn’t restart for days after refilling. Dunno why, but damn.

I spent half an hour trying to start it. I pulled a muscle pulling yanking at that damn starter cord.

I haven’t finish mowing. My friend’s mower isn’t starting, and I can’t return it like that. I’m hurting . My headache is keeping me from thinking, well except for worrying about all the things I’m going to get yelled at by my brother for not doing. I’m broke for weeks.

Then I get a letter from the bank. They are ending the refillable cards like I use. I got it because I didn’t get a debit card when I got this checking account**, and I couldn’t find a way to request one on their website. Replacements, yes, new ones, no.

They have ways if you are setting up a new checking account, and they even suggest I set up a second one….with a second set of fees ?!? No monthly fees if you “only” have $500 in it at the end of the month, but I NEVER have that much left!!!! And they expect you to deposit $100 a month, so I’d have to be moving money around just to tick boxes. I can’t open another checking account, and for complicated reasons closing the other one isn’t an option.

I search the bank’s site for anything I missed. I Google. The advice I see online must be outdated because it doesn’t match what I see on my screen. I get more frustrated and anxious.

My headache hammers at the back of my head. “Remember me? I’m the one that’s supposed to be torturing your head today!! Stop thinking about this!”

But I need some sort of debit card or something. I have to pay my phone bill and a bunch of other stuff I can’t use cash or a check for. And I need to sort this stuff out fast, before they end this one.

At this point it looks like I need to go physically to the bank and talk to a human. I have incredible anxiety about this, plus I will be burning gas on the 20mile round trip just when I don’t have money to buy more!

I’m trying to remember what it’s like to have someone hug me and be encouraging, but I can’t. I can’t even imagine a hug anymore! To be fair, I’ve been having trouble imagining anything anymore. I’ve even stopped sculpting most nights.

I’m just so tired. Broke, worried, and alone too. But mostly just so, so tired.

**Back then I had a credit card and assumed that I could always just write a check. I didn’t want some card linked directly to my bank account to worry about. Little did I know not only would I not have a credit card soon, I would discover may places either don’t take checks or charge you a fee if you do!

[gargelyfloof118]

Chicken coop building has resumed. We are hanging the walls today!

Yesterday was solely devoted to mowing the lawn. What was supposed to take a couple of hours turned into an all day project. I hit a hidden stump and bent the guard on the mower deck. It kept dragging on the ground afterwards, so Hubs and I took it to the shop and jacked it up with the intention of removing the guard. And then we realized it has a removable deck..

So I bought blades, dropped the deck, swapped the blades, banged the guard back in place, replaced the deck and finished mowing.

Oh, how satisfying!

[smallenginewreckers]

Where to Buy Authentic Greenfield Mower Parts for Reliable Performance

When it comes to maintaining your lawn mower and ensuring peak performance, using the right parts is essential. If you own a Greenfield mower, you’re already aware of its reputation for durability and precision in lawn care. But over time, even the best machines require replacement parts to keep them running efficiently. The key to keeping your mower in top shape is to choose authentic Greenfield mower parts. This article will guide you through the best options for purchasing these parts, the importance of authenticity, and how lawn mower wreckers can be a valuable resource.

Why Authentic Greenfield Mower Parts Matter

Your Greenfield mower is designed with specific parts that work together to deliver optimal performance. While it may be tempting to opt for cheaper, generic parts, doing so can negatively affect your mower's efficiency and lifespan. Authentic Greenfield mower parts are engineered to fit perfectly and operate seamlessly within your machine, ensuring it runs smoothly for years to come.

Using non-genuine parts might save you some money upfront, but in the long run, it can lead to costly repairs, breakdowns, or even the need for a complete mower replacement. Authentic parts, on the other hand, offer reliable performance, enhanced durability, and peace of mind knowing that your mower is in the best condition possible.

How to Identify Genuine Greenfield Mower Parts

Before we dive into where to buy Greenfield parts, it's important to know how to identify authentic parts. Look for:

Branding: Genuine parts will typically have the Greenfield logo and part number clearly visible.

Packaging: Authentic Greenfield parts come in high-quality packaging that includes manufacturer details.

Fit and Finish: Original parts are built with precision, ensuring a perfect fit. If a part seems poorly made or doesn’t fit right, it’s likely not genuine.

Now that you know how to spot real Greenfield parts, let’s explore the best places to find them.

Specialized Lawn Mower Wreckers

One of the best places to find authentic Greenfield mower parts is through lawn mower wreckers. These businesses specialize in dismantling mowers and salvaging usable parts, which are then sold at a fraction of the cost of brand-new components.

Lawn mower wreckers are a fantastic resource for finding hard-to-get or discontinued Greenfield parts. Many wreckers ensure that the parts they sell are thoroughly inspected and in good working condition, making them a reliable and cost-effective solution for Greenfield owners.

At Small Engine Wreckers, for example, you can find a wide selection of Greenfield mower parts at competitive prices. Whether you're in need of blades, pulleys, or drive belts, wreckers can provide high-quality, genuine parts to keep your mower in optimal condition.

Authorized Greenfield Dealers

Another trusted source for purchasing Greenfield mower parts is directly from authorized Greenfield dealers. These dealers have a direct connection with the manufacturer, ensuring the parts you buy are 100% genuine and specifically designed for your mower model.

Authorized dealers can also offer expert advice on which parts are best suited for your mower’s needs. They typically carry a large inventory of parts, so whether you’re looking for routine maintenance items or more specialized components, they can assist you in finding exactly what you need.

Online Retailers Specializing in Mower Parts

In today’s digital age, finding authentic Greenfield mower parts online is easier than ever. Websites like Small Engine Wreckers offer a comprehensive range of genuine Greenfield parts. The advantage of shopping online is the convenience of browsing a vast selection from the comfort of your home, coupled with the ability to compare prices and read reviews.

However, when purchasing from online retailers, it’s essential to verify the authenticity of the parts. Always choose a retailer that has a strong reputation for selling genuine parts and offers clear return policies in case the part is not a perfect match for your mower.

Greenfield Mower Spares: What You Need to Know

When maintaining your mower, having a supply of Greenfield mower spares on hand can be incredibly helpful. Routine maintenance tasks such as replacing blades, belts, or filters are inevitable as you use your mower. Instead of scrambling to find parts when something breaks, having a few spares on hand can save time and ensure your mower is always ready for action.

Purchasing lawn mower spares in advance from reputable suppliers ensures that you're never caught off guard when a part needs replacing. It also means that you can keep your mower running smoothly throughout the year, without unnecessary downtime.

The Importance of Regular Maintenance

While it’s crucial to know where to buy genuine parts, regular maintenance is just as important in ensuring your mower's long-term performance. Replacing worn parts with authentic Greenfield mower spares can drastically extend the life of your mower. Simple tasks such as changing the oil, replacing the air filter, and sharpening the blades can prevent major issues down the road.

By sticking to a maintenance routine and using only genuine parts, you ensure that your Greenfield mower continues to deliver the reliability and performance it’s known for.

Buying Used vs. New Greenfield Mower Parts

A common question many Greenfield owners have is whether to buy used or new parts. Lawn mower wreckers offer a great selection of high-quality used parts, and in many cases, these parts can perform just as well as new ones.

Used parts are typically more affordable and are a good option for older mowers where new parts may be harder to come by. That said, when buying used parts, it's important to source them from reputable wreckers who ensure the quality and functionality of their products.

Why Choose Small Engine Wreckers for Greenfield Mower Parts

At Small Engine Wreckers, we specialize in providing both new and used Greenfield mower parts to meet the needs of every customer. Our extensive inventory includes everything from blades and belts to more complex components, ensuring we have the right part for every repair job. We carefully inspect all used parts to guarantee their quality, giving you peace of mind when making your purchase.

We pride ourselves on offering affordable, genuine parts that are sourced directly from lawn mower wreckers or the manufacturer. With our experienced team ready to assist, you can be confident in finding exactly what you need to keep your mower in top condition.

Ensuring Long-Term Reliability with Authentic Parts

Using authentic Greenfield mower parts is the best way to guarantee the long-term reliability and performance of your mower. Genuine parts are designed to fit perfectly and function seamlessly, ensuring that your mower operates at its best. By investing in quality parts, you reduce the risk of breakdowns and extend the overall lifespan of your machine.

Eco-Friendly Options with Lawn Mower Wreckers

Opting for lawn mower wreckers as a source for your Greenfield parts is not only cost-effective but also environmentally friendly. Salvaging and reusing parts from older mowers reduces waste and minimizes the environmental impact of manufacturing new components. By choosing used parts from reliable wreckers, you contribute to a more sustainable approach to lawn care maintenance.

Conclusion

When it comes to finding authentic Greenfield mower parts for reliable performance, you have several great options. Whether you choose to purchase from lawn mower wreckers, authorized dealers, or trusted online retailers, the key is to ensure you’re getting genuine parts that will keep your mower running smoothly. Prioritizing quality parts, performing regular maintenance, and keeping spares on hand will ensure your Greenfield mower delivers top-notch performance for years to come. For a wide selection of genuine parts, visit Small Engine Wreckers today and keep your mower in peak condition.

[jiahuicompany]

Titanium Coating Long Life Solar Automower Blades Lawn Mower Blade

- Extra Titanium for a cleaner and smoother cutting effect

- No Hydrogen Massive Titanium Coating

- Rough+ Finishing grinding on knife edges to improved lifespan

[toolacademy]

How to Start a DEWALT Gas Lawn Mower: A Comprehensive Guide

Starting a gas lawn mower, especially a DEWALT model, can be a simple task if done correctly. If you're new to lawn care or just purchased your first dewalt lawn mower, follow this detailed step-by-step guide to get your machine running smoothly. In this guide, we will discuss the process of preparing, starting, and maintaining your lawn mower to ensure it functions properly for years to come.

1. Understanding the Components

Before starting your DEWALT gas lawn mower, familiarize yourself with its essential components:

Throttle Control: Adjusts the speed of the mower.

Choke Lever: Helps to start the engine in cold conditions.

Starter Cord: The pull cord to start the engine.

Fuel Cap: Where you add gasoline.

Oil Cap/Dipstick: Check oil levels and refill if necessary.

2. Check the Fuel and Oil Levels

Proper maintenance starts with checking the fuel and oil levels before every mowing session.

Fuel: DEWALT gas lawn mowers run on unleaded gasoline. Make sure the fuel tank is filled with fresh gasoline.

Oil: Locate the oil cap and use the dipstick to check if the oil level is within the recommended range. Low oil can cause engine damage. If needed, add SAE 30 or the recommended oil type according to your mower’s manual.

3. Prime the Engine

Priming helps the engine start smoothly, especially after long periods of inactivity.

Locate the primer bulb on the mower and press it 3-5 times. This pushes gasoline into the engine, making it easier to start.

4. Set the Choke

Set the choke lever to the “start” position. The choke enriches the fuel mixture, which is essential for cold starts.

If the engine is already warm, you may not need to use the choke. Set it to the "run" position instead.

5. Pull the Starter Cord

Stand behind the mower and hold the starter cord firmly.

With one hand on the mower handle for stability, pull the starter cord swiftly.

The engine should start after a few pulls. If the mower doesn’t start within 2-3 pulls, check that the choke is in the correct position and that there’s sufficient fuel in the tank.

6. Adjust the Throttle

Once the engine starts, adjust the throttle to the desired speed. Most DEWALT mowers operate best at full throttle for mowing but can be reduced for idle or transport.

7. Engage the Blade

Most DEWALT mowers have a blade engagement lever. Once the engine is running, engage the blade to start cutting grass.

Safety Tip: Always disengage the blade when you’re done mowing or before adjusting the height.

8. Mowing Techniques

Always mow in straight lines, overlapping slightly on each pass for even cutting.

Avoid cutting wet grass as it can clog the mower and affect performance.

Mow regularly to avoid overworking your machine.

9. Shutting Down the Mower

When you’re finished mowing, set the throttle to the lowest speed or idle.

Turn off the engine by setting the choke lever to the “off” position.

Allow the mower to cool down before storing it.

10. Regular Maintenance Tips

Keeping your DEWALT gas lawn mower in good condition requires routine maintenance:

Clean the air filter: A dirty air filter can reduce engine efficiency.

Sharpen the blades: Dull blades tear the grass instead of cutting it cleanly.

Change the oil: After every 50 hours of use or at the start of every mowing season.

Check the spark plug: Replace the spark plug annually or when the engine misfires.

FAQs

Q1: What should I do if my DEWALT mower doesn’t start?

Answer: If your mower doesn’t start, check the fuel and oil levels first. Ensure that the choke is in the correct position and that you’ve primed the engine. Also, check the spark plug for dirt or damage. Clean or replace it if necessary.

Q2: How often should I change the oil in my DEWALT lawn mower?

Answer: It’s recommended to change the oil after every 50 hours of operation or at the beginning of each mowing season to ensure optimal performance.

Q3: What type of gasoline should I use for my DEWALT gas lawn mower?

Answer: Use fresh unleaded gasoline with a minimum octane rating of 87. Avoid using gasoline with more than 10% ethanol as it can damage the engine over time.

Q4: How do I know when the blades need sharpening?

Answer: If your mower starts leaving uncut patches or the grass appears ragged after mowing, it’s time to sharpen or replace the blades.

Q5: Can I mow wet grass with my DEWALT lawn mower?

Answer: It's not advisable to mow wet grass as it can clog the mower deck and result in uneven cuts. Wet grass is also more slippery, increasing the risk of accidents.

Q6: What is the best way to store my DEWALT lawn mower during winter?

Answer: At the end of the mowing season, clean the mower thoroughly, empty the fuel tank, and change the oil. Store the mower in a dry, cool place to prevent rust and engine damage.

Q7: What kind of maintenance does the air filter need?

Answer: The air filter should be cleaned or replaced after every 25 hours of use. A clogged filter reduces engine efficiency and can lead to overheating.

Conclusion

Starting and maintaining your DEWALT gas lawn mower doesn't have to be a challenging task. By following these steps and understanding the key components, you’ll ensure a smooth start and efficient performance every time. Regular maintenance is vital for the longevity of your mower—keeping it in top condition will provide you with better results and save you from costly repairs.

[dasher-tales]

Milkshake Mission: When Cravings Call

Image is supposed to represent me holding a milkshake but I didn't notice it was the wrong gender until it was too late.

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We’d just finished an order from Wendy’s on Elm Road to Newton Falls. Pretty standard stuff—nothing noteworthy, since it’s the only Wendy’s around that area. But just as we were about to wrap up, as I reached to end the dash—ka-pling! Another order popped up.

It was for Arby’s, also in Newton Falls.

Without thinking twice, I hit accept. That’s how we’ve managed to stay platinum dashers—never turning down an order, even the odd ones.

Milo glanced over at me, curious. "Where's that Arby's at?"

"On Broad Street," I said, tapping the directions into the app as we backed out of the customer’s driveway and headed down the road.

Halfway there, I got curious about the order, so I checked the details. My eyebrows shot up. "It’s for a strawberry milkshake," I said, trying not to laugh.

Milo let out a short bark of laughter. "Seriously? Someone’s gotta be really craving that Arby’s milkshake."

"Right? That takes the cake," I said, shaking my head. "Beats that time we had to deliver just a McDonald’s fries order."

By the time we pulled into the Arby’s drive-thru, we were both still chuckling. A whole delivery just for a strawberry milkshake. You never know what to expect out here.

We walked into the Arby’s, with Milo trailing behind because, as usual, he "had a problem." Nature was calling, and he wasn’t about to ignore it.

After helping him locate the bathroom, I made my way to the counter. "DoorDash for… uh…," I attempted the customer’s name, but I knew I butchered it. The guy behind the counter raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to decode my mess of a pronunciation.

"Is it for the shake?" he asked, with a hint of a smirk.

I had to choke back a laugh. "Yeah, they can’t shake that craving."

He rolled his eyes at my terrible joke, but I could tell he was amused.

As he walked off to grab the order, I kept the joke train rolling. "I get it, man. I roll my eyes at these too. Reminds me of the time we delivered a single order of McDonald’s fries."

When he came back with the shake, he was grinning, which was exactly what I’d been aiming for. "Here you are."

"Thanks," I said, grabbing the shake and making sure the straw was secure in the bag. Then, I headed off to the bathroom to collect Milo, wondering if he’d come out with another wisecrack ready.

He didn’t let me down either. "Let’s shake-n-drive," he said with a grin as we headed back to the car.

We hopped in, and I made sure the shake was secure before we took off. As we drove through Newton Falls, the small town sliding past us, I heard a loud slurp. I glanced over and saw Milo finishing off the last of his Speedway tea.

His eyes briefly flicked to the shake sitting in the cup holder between us. "Man, that looks good."

"I'm trying not to think about it," I admitted, glancing down to make sure it hadn’t melted too much yet.

"Arby’s for dinner?" Milo asked, not even trying to hide the temptation.

"Sounds good to me."

At that moment, my mom, who was on speakerphone, chimed in. "Me too!"

We both laughed. "Let’s make some dinner money then," Milo said, nodding with determination as we cruised toward Windham.

Soon, we approached the neighborhood. Quaint, middle-class houses, each square of yard maintained with care. Not a single blade out of place. One lawn caught my eye, mowed diagonally, just the way my dad used to do our large backyard.

In an instant, I was transported back to a time when his smile was more than a memory. I could picture him sitting on his mower, grinning, making up jokes as he mowed away, as if it was the best part of his day. I blinked away the memory just as the GPS chimed in, telling us we were close.

Moments later, we pulled into the driveway of a white house with a simple porch. The yard was a little higher than the rest, as if the dad who took care of it had been a little busier than the neighbors. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a little grandma inside, the kind of sweet old lady who would be thrilled to get her strawberry shake.

As I walked up to the door, I made sure the straw was secure, then gently placed the shake down on the porch. After snapping the picture for proof of delivery, I turned and headed back to the Trailblazer.

As we pulled out of the driveway, I glanced back and saw the door open. But instead of a grandma, a young woman, wrapped in a blanket and barefoot in her stocking feet, stepped out. I was surprised for a second, watching as she carefully picked up the drink.

That’s when I noticed her extended belly. It wasn’t a frail grandma—it was a pregnant momma, craving a strawberry milkshake.

I turned back to face the front, picturing her contented smile as she sipped on that shake. It's moments like this that make the day worth it.

[gssoftwareposts]

Latest Grass Cutting Machines That Will Make Grasses Look New

Gardens and lawns are the most admired possessions in houses in India. One of the significant impacts of gardening is that it is believed to eliminate anxiety and stress in human life. The growing interaction with nature develops an increased feeling of relationship and happiness and so on. A vital part of gardening is Grass cutting through advanced machines that have revolutionized the process of gardening by maintaining neat lawns in homes. With that being said, let's discuss the types of Grass Cutting Tools. 

Importance of  Grass Trimming 

Mowing or grass cutting helps grass grow healthier and greener by exposing the blades of grass to sunlight. Grasses that are uniform in length and consistent with the right distribution of watering enhance the beauty of your garden. But this process might seem never-ending for busy homeowners. Proper trimming and mowing lawns lead to strong root growth and increased tolerance of grasses to survive stressors such as insects, disease and fluctuations in temperature. During the growing season, one needs to mow at least once a week. The growth rate of grass can differ based on factors like season, weather conditions, enrichment of soil, species and level of management which could only be done if hired best Grass-trimming service in Kolkata. 

6 Types of Grass Cutting Machines

These machines have made it easier for gardeners like Rupsha Nursery to maintain lawns saving time and effort. These 6 types of grass-cutting machines are eco-friendly with precise cutting technology. 

Self-propelled mowers

This is an excellent grass-cutting tool which works by engaging a speed control lever (battery controlled ) that helps the mower to move forward. The cutting process will be smoother for large areas of grass. The best part is it takes very little effort to power the uphill or slope area. With [proper maintenance this equipment can last up to 10 years. 

Cylindrical Lawn Mower

Also known as a reel mower is a type of grass-cutting machine with 5-12 exposed blades that rotates to cut the grasses like scissors trapping and slicing it. Cylindrical mowers can cut more cleanly without scalping the lawn. They have rear rollers that help lawnmowers create a striped effect at lower-cutting heights of grass for premium lawn care. The quality of the [precision cut given by the cylindrical mower grass-cutting machine is more crisply defined than those created by other machines.

 Electrical lawn Mowers

If you want a perfect finish for your lawn, this is the tool to go for. Among many different types of grass-trimming machines, electrical grass-trimming machines are mostly used by the best Grass-trimming service in Kolkata, that is Rupsha Nursery. It is a sustainable tool that is powered by electrical motors that convert electricity into mechanical energy to turn blades that cut grass. This mower comes in two versions, corded used generally for larger gardens and cordless battery-powered. 

String Trimmers

garden landscaping has never been this easy because this machine reaches the interior of gardens that many machines may not. Its long handle with monofilament  line is great for cutting foliage and thick grasses covering ground or dense undergrowth on sidewalks or flowerbeds.  It is essential to determine which types of string trimmers your garden needs for example a big lawn needs a gas string trimmer whereas a smaller yard requires less maintenance and needs a small grass trimming machine for home such as a cordless string trimmer. However, these needs are well understood by an expert lawn care business like Rupsha Nursery.  

Baffle Reaper

Baffle Reaper is a shoulder-mounted brush cutter that removes unwanted crops and grasses. Mainly used in agricultural land. It drops the crop in the windrow and hence can be collected easily. A brush cutter reaper with 4 4-stroke engine is used to trim lawns and it is lighter and used by mowers to reach areas which other machines cannot reach. 

Ride- On mowers

Grass-cutting machines for home gardeners, the low height of the cutting deck makes it easy to mow the grass underneath benches and tables, bushes. The central seat position offers the operator a clear view of the work area with stability due to its low centre of gravity. This actually helps to improve the condition of the lawn as it cuts. BioClip® works by cutting the grass and throwing it up into the cutting deck so that the grass can fall onto the blades a second time.

Why avail  Landscaping and gardening Services?

Grass trimming is an essential part of gardening and this is why busy homeowners should avail of professional Grass-trimming service in Kolkata from companies like Rupsha Nursery. Not only are they experts in creative landscaping and garden maintenance, but with experts in grass trimmers, they understand your requirements. Making sure that pests like aphids, and caterpillars are not feeding your grass or plants Rupsha Nursery ensures to provides the right kind of care like soil preparation, not mowing the grasses too short, fertilizing, and collecting dead leaves. The gardeners can work in private gardens, parks, public gardens, schools and other essential establishments. Finally, they can save you time and energy especially if you are not comfortable maintaining the lawn yourself. 

[ctsodmilford]

From Patchy Yard to Lush Carpet: My Journey to Sod Installation Success (and the Lessons Learned)

For years, my backyard was a patchy battleground. Half-dead crabgrass wrestled with stubborn weeds, creating a sad excuse for a lawn. After countless bottles of weed killer and failed attempts at reseeding, I surrendered. Sod, that beautiful, pre-grown blanket of green, became my new hope. But before I embarked on this project, I did my research. Let me tell you, there's a lot more to sod installation than just plopping down some grass rolls.

This is the story of my journey to sod installation success, complete with the triumphs, the near-disasters, and the crucial lessons learned. Buckle up, fellow frustrated homeowners, because I'm here to share the best practices – the do's and don'ts – of creating a lush green haven you'll be proud of.

The Foundation: Preparing the Soil

My first realization? Sod needs a healthy foundation. Just like any house, a strong base is essential. Here's where the "don't" comes in: don't underestimate the importance of soil prep.

Do:

Test your soil: A soil test, readily available from your local garden center or extension office, reveals the pH and nutrient levels. This information is crucial for proper amendments. Kill existing vegetation: This might involve herbicides or manual removal, depending on the situation. Loosen the soil: Rent a tiller or use a heavy-duty rake to break up compacted earth. Aim for 6-8 inches of loose soil for root growth. Amend the soil: Here's where your soil test results come in handy. Add organic matter like compost to improve drainage and nutrient retention. Sandy soil might benefit from the addition of clay, while clay-heavy soil needs sand for better drainage. Level the ground: Use a rake and shovel to create a smooth, even surface. This is crucial for a professional-looking finished product. Pro Tip: Schedule your sod installation for a cool, cloudy day. This minimizes stress on the newly laid sod.

Laying the Green Carpet: The Do's and Don'ts of Sod Installation

With a prepped soil base, it was time for the star of the show: the sod itself. Here's where I encountered some crucial "do's" and "don't's."

Do:

Order the right amount: Measure your yard accurately and factor in a 5-10% extra for waste. Schedule delivery carefully: Ideally, the sod should be laid within 24-48 hours of harvest. The fresher, the better! Start at the straightest edge: This could be a fence line, sidewalk, or driveway. Use a sharp knife to cut the sod to fit snugly against the edge. Lay the sod in a brick pattern: This ensures better interlocking and minimizes gaps. Work your way outwards: This prevents walking on the freshly laid sod, which can compact the soil and hinder root growth. Seam carefully: Push sod pieces together firmly, ensuring a tight but not overlapping fit. Use a sod roller (available for rent) to smooth out any bumps and ensure good contact with the soil. Water immediately: Give the newly laid sod a light but thorough watering. Aim for soaking the top inch of soil. Don't:

Let the sod dry out: Freshly laid sod needs consistent moisture to establish roots. Water deeply 2-3 times a day, especially during the first week. Walk on the new sod: This can damage the roots and create uneven settling. Forget the edges: Use a sod cutter or edging tool to create clean, finished edges around your lawn. Pro Tip: Stagger watering times throughout the day to prevent water runoff, especially on slopes.

Post-Installation Care: Nurturing Your New Lawn

The sod is down, the watering has begun – but the job isn't over yet. Here's how I ensured my new lawn thrived.

Do:

Continue watering: Gradually reduce watering frequency as the roots establish themselves, but aim for deep watering every 2-3 days. Mow carefully: Wait until the new sod is firmly rooted (usually 2-4 weeks) before mowing for the first time. Keep the mower blades sharp and set the cutting height to at least 2-3 inches. Fertilize: After 4-6 weeks, apply a starter fertilizer specifically formulated for new sod. Don't:

Overfertilize: This can burn the new grass. Stick to the recommended dosage on the fertilizer bag.

Pro Tip: Aerate your lawn periodically to improve drainage and promote healthy root growth. This can be done with a core aerator, which you can rent from most hardware stores.

The Sweet Reward: A Lush Green Oasis

Following these best practices, my once-patchy yard transformed into a lush green haven. The feeling of satisfaction walking barefoot on a cool, soft lawn was pure bliss. But the journey wasn't without its challenges.

Lessons Learned: The Importance of Patience and Planning

Here are some additional lessons I learned the hard way:

Plan for the unexpected: Despite careful planning, a surprise downpour threatened to wash away some of my newly laid sod. Thankfully, I had some landscaping fabric on hand to act as a temporary barrier. Be patient: It takes time for sod to establish itself. Don't get discouraged if you don't see instant results. Consistent watering and proper care are key. Enjoy the process: While there's work involved, creating a beautiful lawn is a rewarding experience. Take breaks, appreciate the progress, and celebrate your green oasis! The Final Word: Your Guide to Sod Success

By following these best practices and learning from my experiences, you too can achieve sod installation success. With a little planning, some elbow grease, and a commitment to proper care, you'll be well on your way to a beautiful lawn that will be the envy of the neighborhood. So, grab your tools, get ready to get your hands dirty, and embark on your own journey to a greener tomorrow!

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I hate being dependent on others for a lawnmower!

In short, Mom’s lawnmower broke the day she had her stroke. I couldn’t fix it or afford a replacement, so I cut grass with a swing blade. Then, miraculously, someone felt sorry for me and gave me their old lawnmower. This was wonderful…until the gas tank fell off! So, I was back to something I couldn’t fix or replace, BUT this time I had someone that was happy to loan me a lawnmower now and then….

All was good until now.

I have spent a month completely preoccupied with moving stuff around inside the house to meet my brother’s requirements, so mowing the lawn hadn’t crossed my mind. I don’t care if grass is tall. I’m someone that loves yards, but hates lawns.

But, after six months not mowing the yard I had to admit it was getting so people might start assuming no one lived there. I needed to cut the grass before either someone broke in or some grumpy gus complained to the town.

Unfortunately the friend with all the mowers has a hectic life full of drama. I eventually arranged a day to borrow the mower, but when the day came they had an emergency. I told them not to worry about the mower, and went and fed their cat.

Not knowing what was going on with them I didn’t think I should pester them about the mower, so I thought I’d wait to see how things were with them.

Since the grass was knee high next to the road (stupid ditch. It doesn’t drain the water, flooding the street, because the town stopped maintaining it BUT it sure feeds the plants!) and I didn’t know if I would be waiting weeks to get the mower, I decided to use the swing blade.

Do you have any idea how exhausting that gets? Hours of hacking at it and hacking at it. I tried to imagine I was a warrior smashing her enemies skulls and NOT someone aggressively practicing their golf swing. (Sports are soooo boring!)

I got home having done a lot of the yard, having been forcibly stopped by the neighbor dogs wanting petting. (Can’t swing a blade with them around!) What do I get as I flop exhausted? A message saying, “Hey, I thought you were going to borrow the mower today?” No idea why she assumed that. She hadn’t told me I could borrow it, or even spoke to me since they day I couldn’t borrow it, and I hadn’t asked.

So I told her what I’d been up to. She said not to do the rest the next day, but just wait until Saturday and we could do it together with her mowers in the morning.

This was a relief, saving me hours of swinging! She is a morning person and I am not (oh boy I am NOT), but since she is the one doing the loaning and has a strong sensitivity to the sun I was fine with that. I just asked her to let me know how early. To take care of the animals first, I said, but mostly to set an alarm.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

I got up early today, Saturday, anyway. I rushed about, got all ready to go to work, and….

Waited.

Emergency? Forgetfulness? Phone trouble? Misunderstanding?

And I waited.

It was cool, and with the weather changing so after today it is going to be hot, I REALLY wanted to work on the yard. I could go and use the swing blade to finish up the side yard….

But my luck she would be ready to go as soon as I finished. I don’t want to batter my bad elbow when I don’t have to, and getting a loan of the mower as soon as I finish would be a total waste.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Waiting dies NOT agree with me. I have stuff to do! And I don’t want to get interrupted if I start something. Gotta find small busy work…

Waiting.

I swear, I REALLY need a mower! I am seriously considering one of those muscle powered, no gas (can’t afford gas!), push mowers. Trouble is the cheapest one costs exactly the same as the boots I have to wear (only thing my ankle braces work with), and this just at the time I have buy new boots!

Boots or a mower. Mower or boots. Boots or a mower. Mower or….

Waiting.

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Robot Mower Mishaps

Overall, I’ve been extremely pleased with my Luba 2 robotic lawnmower. However, no technology is perfect, and it has made some mistakes.

My daughter is home from college for the summer, and to not block my and my wife’s cars, she parks on the street. She pulls the passenger side wheels into the yard so that it isn’t as much in the way of traffic. The first time the mower ran while she was parked, it went around the back tire, but then was part way under the car as it continued mowing the perimeter. The bottom of the car is higher in the back and lower in the front, and the Luba proceeded to wedge itself under the car. The camera didn’t see an obstacle, and the front bumper didn’t hit anything, so it had no way of knowing that it was stuck until the motor for the wheels overheated, which is what was reported in the app when it shut down.

There was another day that my daughter thought it was safe to park in the yard because the mower had already finished the perimeter, but it ended up backing under the car as it was turning around at just the right place to hit the stop button that’s on top of the mower. I had to pull it out and start it again.

On another occasion, it somehow went backwards past the boundary of my back yard to a fairly steep and rocky hillside. I was aware that it had lost connection in the app, and I had to go searching for it. I’m not sure why that happened, as I didn’t witness it. It’s only happened the one time.

My wife planted some new, very young bushes in our back yard near the back boundary, so I created a new “no-go zone” to keep the mower from running over them. That was working fine, but then one day, she decided to throw a fine mesh netting over them to keep the deer from eating them. She didn’t realize how closely I had created the zone, and the mower ended up driving over the net, which then got wound up in the blade mechanism, causing that motor to seize up.

My wife noticed that the mower sounded louder than usual, so she turned it upside down and found a stick wedged in. She removed the stick and returned the mower to its base station, but she didn’t realize that when it is turned upside down, it locks the mower. You have to manually press two buttons on the mower itself to unlock it. As it was locked, it didn’t start its next scheduled task.

These were all minor issues that just inconvenienced me, so not a big deal. As I said, it has been functioning very well for the most part, and I’ve been able to devote the time I used to spend mowing to other endeavors.