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Although it was invented in the early 20th century, the American gas-powered lawn mower became popular after WWII.

I was born in 1949, so we’ve grown up together.

When I was 10, we started playing together every Thursday during the summer. Mom and Dad thought two brothers were not enough.

We’ve been close ever since.

The guy who owns the local hardware store a block from our house tells me he sells more battery-operated than petrol-fueled mowers.

On the sidewalk in front of his store, he displays only the electric cutters in their trendy green outfits. One step away from the ash heap sits the only fossil fuel machine toward the back of an attached shed.

Out of sight.

I’m not so different from my dated mower.

“Is the grass thicker this year?” I thought just before I took this photo. I was huffing and puffing more than I recall having to do last year.

Still in sight but fading away.

Palm 90:10 says:

The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty…they are soon gone, and we fly away.

Soon, I will be gone.

Just like my lawnmower brother.

It’s the way of the world.