My lawn is shaggy and ready for the first haircut of summer. It’s time to pry my creaky garage door open and unearth the old electric mower—the tiny plastic broken-handled mower. I’ll tread back and forth, leaving rows of sub-par lawncare in my wake, then hide the mower for another week or three.
My neighbours will do the same, but not on the same day. Each of us has bought a mower, only to shelve it for 355 days a year. It doesn’t have to be this way. My neighbours and I could pool our money to buy a great mower, twice the width and power of my own. We could take turns using and storing it. Our street would win an award for the city’s best-kept lawns. We’d save some cash and Mother Earth would smile.