John Bluck explores the past, future, and current state of lawnmowing in a light-hearted but informative talk in six closely-cropped chapters.
Listen to John Bluck's exploration of the past, present experience and ambiguous future of lawnmowing
Chapter 1. An ordinary thing
It is the most ordinary thing anyone can do, next to washing dishes and taking out the rubbish. And much more fun.
And it's the easiest thing to do. Any Kiwi can. No qualifications required. And not much skill. It doesn't earn an NCEA credit.
And no licences needed. There are no government regulations to govern lawnmowing, no agency to promote it or ensure quality control. You're even allowed to do it during pandemics.
The technology you need for it can be sold to anyone. An enterprising twelve-year-old in the village where I live has set up shop as a lawnmower for hire at $12 an hour. There are no electronics to go wrong, nothing to programme. Not that that would be problem for a twelve-year-old.
The basic push mower with cast iron wheels you can still buy is pretty close to the one invented 160 years ago. The model a Mr Shanks perfected back then was one you pushed on foot. Hence the term Shanks's Pony. So think of those humble beginnings on your next walk.
It would be over-egging it to say that wars have been fought over lawns, but they have certainly divided families and broken reputations, made fortunes for some and turned others into paupers, spawned ecological disasters, prompted revolutionary social reforms, measured us morally, inspired poets and woven great romance. We'll look at those themes as we go, all springing from something as ordinary as mowing the lawn.
But before we get too serious, let's just acknowledge the pleasure that lawn mowing can bring.
Once you have managed to start the mower that is. If you flood the motor, if the spark plug is dirty, if the blades are clogged with grass, if someone has borrowed the earmuffs, it's not a good way to start a day.
But when the motor sings and you're rolling across the lawn like a boat through the waves, and the smell of fresh-cut grass fills the morning air, and the controls you clutch respond to your lightest touch; well, that's about as good as it's going to get today.
And with any luck, the mowing experience creates a kind of bubble to think inside. The task itself demands little concentration, once you've established the cutting track to follow, and that takes some time. You plot your course with the care of a harbour pilot. Is it going to be circles or swirls or straight lines today? If so, dead straight, please. Wiggles are unforgivable…
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