I have just about got used to it now.
The clover, the daisies, the plantains, the vivid orange coltsfoot and the little yellow flowers that grew so prettily in our front and back "lawns" are no more, and the meadow has become plain green grass.
The battle of the lawn-mower is over. Whatever it was that needed to be done has been accomplished, and we can add our voice to the steady drone of little engines up and down our road.
Chapter 1: The first cut
Chapter 3 (there isn't a chapter 2)