Thanks for the lines. In the rubble of an ancient, struggling post and beam barn on a farm I just bought, I found an ancient snath. Where the original blade is I will probably never know.

The new blade fits well, and seemed to instantly rejuvenate the agricultural sculpture. I used it for the first time today, and despite a certain novice awkwardness, I sense that I may never use a gas mower again. I don’t know if I can hay the eight-acre field with it, but I may try next year.

After about an hour, it felt like meditation in movement. I encourage you to try it again. Something about the swishing through the grass, the absence of internal combustion makes me feel that the wood and metal grounds me in a way 8-horse-power cowboys will never know.