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Don't know about the flower problem, but one bonus of mowing is its being a great way to find Oscar's (our dog) and Jonty's (neighbour's god) discarded toys that have been spread randomly over and in the longish winter grass.
So the initial mow will every so often suddenly launch a ball, rubber bone or squeeky toy into the air and a distance of several yards. A bit like a bogus and totally flawed clay-pigeon shoot, in a way.
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Always sufficient hills - never sufficient gears
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