Spring, evil spring.
I stand on the front porch eyeing my lawn waking up from its winter nap. What this lawn needs is a good raking. No, not with the hand operated rake, numbskull, this lawn needs to be power raked! Nothing brings excellence to lawn work like the roar of a Briggs and Stratton at full song. At the power tool rental center, the boys all greet me by name. Their smiles seem genuine when I tell them that I need to rent a power rake. One of them, my neighbor’s son stifles a snicker, he must have heard a... Sign in to see full entry.