by Finally, after what feels like weeks of waiting, the new lawn mower has arrived. Seventeen years old, the last mower technically still ran, but barely made it through last season and only because I was very, very gentle with it for about half of that season. One energetic turn and we were looking at a major fracture in the body and probably a completely detached wheel, making it unusable. Those days are over. Well, almost. At the moment I’m typing this, the new Lawn Master is still in a box and, because it’s a cordless electric (I have a hard time justifying a gas mower anymore for the size…