#String Trimmer

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[joe-england]

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[freshnessblades]

5 Must-Have Lawn Care Tools for Every Homeowner

Introduction: Essential Tools for Easy Lawn Care Lawn care is more than just about planting and watering—it requires the right tools to keep your lawn looking its best. Whether you’re maintaining a small patch of grass or a sprawling lawn, these 5 tools will make your lawn care routine easier and more effective.

1. LawnmowerThe lawnmower is the go-to tool for keeping your grass at a manageable height, and having the right one can make a world of difference.

Features to Consider: Mowers with variable height settings allow you to adjust the cut for different grass varieties. Battery-powered mowers are low maintenance and ideal for small to medium lawns, while gas mowers are better for larger properties.

Tip: Mow when the grass is dry to avoid clumping and ensure a cleaner, healthier cut.

2. String TrimmerA string trimmer is essential for edging and trimming grass in areas that a mower can’t reach, like along fence lines, driveways, and garden beds.

Types: Electric trimmers are lightweight and require less maintenance, while gas-powered models are more powerful and suited for larger yards.

Tip: Be mindful of the trimmer’s speed and avoid running it over delicate plants or flowers.

3. Leaf BlowerA leaf blower will make cleaning up your lawn after mowing or storms a breeze, and it's an essential tool for maintaining a tidy yard.

Types: Choose between a handheld blower for small lawns or a backpack blower for large, expansive yards. Battery-powered blowers offer quieter, eco-friendly operation.

Tip: Use the blower after mowing to clear debris and grass clippings, giving your lawn a polished look.

4. Lawn RakeA lawn rake is perfect for gathering leaves, grass clippings, and other debris, as well as for dethatching your lawn. This simple tool is essential for prepping your lawn for fertilization or overseeding.

Key Features: A rake with a wide head will cover more ground quickly, and adjustable tines allow for better control depending on the task.

Tip: Use a rake to spread grass seed evenly, ensuring good soil-to-seed contact for successful germination.

5. AeratorAerating your lawn helps improve the flow of water, air, and nutrients to the roots, promoting healthier grass growth.

Types: Manual aerators are ideal for small yards, while motorized aerators are best for large areas. Spike aerators simply puncture the soil, while plug aerators remove soil plugs to allow for better aeration.

Tip: Aerate your lawn in early spring or fall, and make sure to water it thoroughly afterward to help the grass recover.

Conclusion: Equip Yourself for Lawn SuccessWith the right tools in your shed, maintaining a beautiful lawn becomes easier and more enjoyable. These top 5 lawn care tools will help you keep your yard looking pristine, while saving you time and effort. Investing in quality equipment now will ensure your lawn remains healthy, vibrant, and the envy of the neighborhood.

[adrielhomegadgets]

[lizardtracks]

New School Power

If a tree falls in the desert and your chainsaw won’t start does it make a sound?

Some weeks back I decided to fire up the string trimmer and knock down some weeds. Yep, weeds. We don’t have lush green grass. Fine trimmed laws here in the sweltering southwest are a fool’s errand. I wrestled the string trimmer from the shed and yanked the start cord. Nothing. Hmmm. I ran carefully through the start procedure again. Nothing. As Count Basie would say, “Once more. With feeling.” Nothing. Grr. I set the crippled machine aside and spent my afternoon stuffing notes in the neighbor’s mailboxes. “Sorry for deflating your property values. —Love, Gerry.”

Fast forwarding to not long afterward, a mighty wind downed a mesquite tree limb. Not to be outdone by the younger weed whacker, my chain saw also refused to start. I kept squeezing bulbs, turning dials, and flipping switches until I felt like the Wizard of Oz. I tugged that cord until my fingers blistered. But the engine offered not a cough or a sputter. It was like trying to squeeze tears out of Chuck Norris.

A tougher hombre would have grabbed this chance to tinker. What could be more fun than plopping a small engine on the workbench and making it run again? Fun, sure. But I don’t have time for that kind of fun. I decided instead that I was done with any engine that still needed a carburetor. I went shopping for electric power.

For a chain saw I wanted something that plugged in. I wanted amps. I wanted torque. I wanted power. I wanted a 16” bar. I went at it like Tim ‘The Tool Man’ Taylor. Did I need any of that? Probably not. I’d probably get by just fine with a battery powered chain saw and avoid the ignominy of dragging an extension cord behind like a long yellow tail. But in the end the price point, and 20 amp motor, in the Oregon brand won the day. Onward.

The string trimmer was trickier. It had to be battery power. But, as mentioned, I’m not using a string trimmer to edge the paths in my English garden. I am mowing down clumps of weeds with stems thicker than your thumb. I am eating into bunches of grass that two weeks ago didn’t exist, but now are knee high. I am trimming off Lilliputian thickets of mesquite that sprout every August. And that’s why I wound up with a 40 volt Ryobi. Everyone else claimed to be “tough” or “powerful.” Ryobi was the only one who dared compare their 40V model to a 26cc gas trimmer. Here in the hardscrabble desert 26cc with .095 string gets the job done. And my fourth favorite big box store had it on a stout discount. Sold!

So the mesquite limb has been reduced to cooking wood. The yard is cleared of weeds, grass clumps and itty-bitty, teeny-weeny mesquite saplings. All done very quietly. And with motors that started at the press of a button. Long live the internal combustion engine! But sometimes you need new school power.

[gardenerequipment]

Husqvarna 128LD Review

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[clairehoneybee]

Eco-Friendly Equipment for a Eco-Friendly Garden - Enhulk Cordless Tools

Recently, I had the opportunity to test drive a battery-powered weed whacker and blower on my property. Having used a battery-powered blower in the past that was cordless, I was very skeptical about using this one because my experience was not good. Underpowered and short lasting, I always was frustrated and went back to using a gas powered blower instead. 58V 930CFM Enhulk Cordless leaf…

[bicycles-bees-bisexuals]

Informing my spouse we’re going on an adventure to pick up a woodchipper from some guy so I can more efficiently create compost scraps for my worms, only to find out he has been talking to the same guy about the same woodchipper so he can more efficiently clear brush

My worms arrived today, I am so excited about them I cannot explain to you how much I love my army of 750 worms

[stuft]

My neighbor across the driveway is a very nice, soft spoken guy but he has a Big Truck and he just got a gas powered weed whacker (for his tiny property, after borrowing my string trimmer and collapsing it to short mode for some reason a couple weeks ago???) and I swear to God, I have the radio on pretty loud and I thought someone was cutting down a tree with a chainsaw. It's that loud. WHY.

[useless-catalanfacts]

Photos by Marc Rovellada Ballesteros published in La Mira and Happyxais.

Daniel is a shepherd who has been hired by the City Council of El Bruc (a town in Central Catalonia) to graze in the natural areas between the area's towns. Like other shepherds who work in the traditional way, he practises transhumance (seasonal nomadism to take the animals to the best pastures), and when the herd comes to El Bruc their grazing is this job. In modern times, this job is usually done by the municipal brigade with chainsaws and string trimmers, but Daniel's herd can do it just as well. It consists of 150 sheep, 130 goats, 4 dogs and 1 donkey, as well as the shepherd himself. Grazing in this area, they keep the vegetation to a controlled level, making it safer and reducing the chances of a wildfire.

Shepherding and grazing have been used in this way for millennia, uninterruptedly in many places, and now a few urban areas like El Bruc are joining again in what is being called "silvopasture". Grazing in urban areas is more demanding for the shepherd, because he has to be careful with cars, domestic animals, and neighbours, but in the end it is a mutually-beneficial arrangement.

Daniel shares snippets of his job in his Instagram account Happyxais.savall.

[motti-the-cat]

Mötti and the string trimmer

[joe-england]

Wow, yes, getting back to work!  Tried finishing an old sketch to see if I'm not permanently art-crippled.  The fingernail's still a horror show and there's a tingly weird feeling, but the swelling's finally going down and I think I'm good to draw again.  And not a day too soon!  In fact, several days too late.  Whenever I start falling behind I (understandably) begin to lose subscribers, and now I'm over $200 under the thousand a month I aim for as a bare minimum, and that is NOT good!  Kinda supporting my household with this setup, which means I gotta step up.  Stay tuned!

Regarding Witch Warp, taking into account the delay, I'm setting a new (new, new) launch window for February '24.  God willing this is the last time I crush a finger or otherwise have to put it off.  By God, I will get this string trimmer off the ground.

Regarding the sketch itself....  I wanted to revisit my "Dominos" Amphibia spinoff fan art and put my grown-up versions of the protagonists together, because they all deserve to be drawn more than once, and I wanted to show that Sasha is a crazy enormous momma bear.  How did she become two feet taller than canon?  I don't know.  She grew.  How did Loggle do it?  It's a cartoon.  Ambient magic from living in frog world.  Whatever.

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[dollsonmain]

Son tackled a fear today and used the string trimmer for the first time. We both got beat up a little by stuff flying around but that's pretty normal. I only have one pair of safety glasses, and thankfully he was willing to wear them.

He didn't do a good job and I didn't expect him to. I didn't do a good job my first time using a string trimmer, either. That's something that requires a surprising amount of nuance in movement that you learn as you go.

Our trimmer refuses to auto-feed even though it's supposed to and has to be manually fed and that's an extra annoyance.

Either way he wore himself out doing that and is sleeping. I did the mowing this time and am tired but ok.

I'd like one of these places I've applied to to get back to me.

[ghostace]

tidbits from fénire's sith au: the aftermath ft zahied

also like 3 years old whatever. recovery, self-doubt, implied violence

He'd catch a glimpse, sometimes, out of the corner of his eye— a glint of something bright and wrong. Sometimes it was the curtains of white hair catching a holo-sign, reflecting red in every surface; sometimes he was certain— it was something worse, something vicious. When he checked in the mirror, his eyes were bloodshot and red— a normal red, this time, but every time he blinked he had to check again and again and again for hints of a corrupted glow.

He'd gotten used to those eyes, smiling cruelly back at him, just as he'd gotten used to the sharp tattoos that framed them. These eyes were unfamiliar, long-forgotten, though the dark shadows below remained unchanged.

Something told him he'd always be searching for signs of a relapse.

It couldn't stay like this; the stress of constant vigilance was already taking its toll, on him and on Zahied. Always watching their backs for a pursuer. Always watching him, for something more nebulous.

His lightsaber called to him a near-constant string of temptations, promises of blood and power reclaimed; letting Zahied remove it from his hands was only a temporary respite, though he'd neglected to mention its ongoing siren's song. Bloodthirsty, like him. Angry, like him. Unrepentant, like him.

Not... entirely unrepentant, maybe. He was still figuring that one out, after nights and days of running after— with— the only thing that mattered. The only one who mattered. The one who put a hand on his wrist when his breathing quickened and held it there until his pulse slowed. The one who cautioned not to indulge the violence that still paraded through his mind, but wrapped him in safe arms until the temptations faded.

The warmest, deepest, kindest eyes.

He didn't deserve it.

The door slid open in the tiny bathroom and he glanced over instinctively, a thrill of fear gripping his hands tight on the sink for just a moment before— Zahied. Safe. Watching with his now-permanent furrowed brow and the deep concern etched within.

"You okay?" Worry. He was right to do so, after— after everything. The blood had barely dried from the last mistake; how long until the next?

Fénire nodded, silent. A lie, one he couldn't give voice to. That wasn't what Zahied wanted to know anyway, the silent question asking: are you going to leave while I sleep, the silent answer, I'll stay this time.

Maybe they should pick up some restraints. That would solve the problem.

"What—" Zahied cut himself off, crowding into the space. "Is that my trimmer?"

His shoulders tensed. Stolen goods, again, but it wasn't a lightsaber out of his bag this time. Worse, maybe, more personal. But Zahied's eyes were contemplative, not accusing. This time.

"I was..." How could he say it, without sounding pathetic? "It's the only..." Better to let him keep his assumptions than admit the miserable truth.

"It was a stupid idea. Nothing." But Zahied had him pinned in, and with the stumbling answers, stood resolute.

"Talk to me." A request, not an order. His hand slid down the long sleeve of Fénire's braced arm to his wrist, toying with the cuff until he released his grip and let the warm, steady fingers entwine with his. Fénire breathed in sharply, then uneven exhales, his jumping pulse rending his thoughts incoherent.

"I couldn't find scissors." The words came eventually, haltingly. He sounded like a child, slow and stupid. It was stupid. Stupid to be worried at all, stupid to sneak around this, stupid to want it at all. It didn't matter. "I wanted to— cut it— off." He curled his fingers into the strands of white hair that fell across his face and tugged until the gentle pressure turned to pain.

Zahied squeezed his hand. "Do you want some help?"

Yes. No. Fénire closed his eyes and let the thoughts twist around his mind, the decision escaping his grasp. The silvery hair was at once a safety blanket, a comfort that he could hide his face in the waist-length strands, and a curse, a hated reminder of decisions that were not his own.

"I've never..." he trailed off again, finding voice to foolish fears. "I've never had short hair. Before."

"It's stupid," he continued, words growing bitter in his throat. "It's just hair. It doesn't matter."

Fingers slid along his jaw, up his cheek to gently guide his head down into a soft embrace. He breathed into an unshaven neck, rubbing his face against the texture there to feel something. Feel closer. It was never close enough.

"It matters." The words were no more than a whisper, but they vibrated through their connection, soothing and even. Then, a little closer to his ear: "Do you want me to do it for you?"

Fénire opened his eyes, buried in their tangle of white and black hair. "I could trim it like you had before," Zahied continued, quiet, gentle suggestions easing it all. "Pick up some dye. Wouldn't see a difference."

No. That one was wrong. Leave it, hide it, remove it all, but he couldn't go back. No, he had to—

"Can you... can you cut it? All of it?" Remove it like the memories he couldn't. Less permanent than the ink inscribed on his skin. Maybe then he could recognise the face looking back at him in the mirror.

Zahied brushed his thumb along his cheekbone, gently back and forth. "Of course, if that's what you want." Fénire nodded, still buried in his neck, his hair, trying to overwhelm his senses with just— him.

"Come on, you're too tall for me." Slowly, reluctantly, they untangled their limbs and Fénire was left colder than he'd begun— until Zahied returned, dragging a stool in front of the sink. "Sit. I've got you."

So he did, digging trembling fingers into the loose fabric of his pants while Zahied delved into the soft bag, removing scissors and blades and clippers all and laying them on the edge of the sink, a point for his skittish energy to focus on.

"All of it?" The words didn't process, at first, as Zahied tucked his long hair back first behind his shoulders, then behind his ears. Over the lip of the sink he met his own eyes again in the mirror: exhausted, tormented, but—

He shifted his eyes up, to meet Zahied's brown in the reflection, and nodded.

The only sound, for a while, was the sound of metal sliding against metal, Zahied's steady warmth only ever a breath away. Spirals of white hair fluttered to the ground and to his lap, shorter pieces catching in his shirt and collar— neither of them bothered with the mess. Between his hands he wove a long lock of hair, something to fixate on while he avoided catching a glimpse of the transformation before it was complete— just in case.

Zahied brushed at his head, rough and quick, catching on uneven strands before the buzz of clippers filled the small space. It was— a lot of hair. Pools of white around his feet and the stool legs, more falling still. Strong hands held his head still as he worked across it methodically, keeping his head bowed to reach the nape.

"I didn't realise—" Zahied cut himself off, but a noise of inquiry left Fénire's chest before he could stop it. "... your hair is brown."

For the first time in a long time, a bubble of mirth was forming and rising and— the faintest of laughs. It was funny, wasn't it? Of all the stupid things—

"I've... I've always dyed it." The clippers came to a silent end, and both of Zahied's hands rested on his shoulders— squeezing, holding, reassuring. "Thought it was... boring."

"I'll try not to take that personally." His hands shifted down, arms encircling Fénire's neck and chest until his chin rested on his shoulder. Close. Warm. "All done."

He raised a hand to his forehead, ran fingertips up until he felt the wiry, short hair that remained. Barely there. Nothing to grasp. Cold. This was— a bad idea. A stupid idea. But there was no going back now.

"Is it—" He pressed his temple against Zahied's, beside him.

"See for yourself."

The unfamiliar man that looked back at him this time seemed small. Tired. Scarred. But he caught a glimpse, from the corner of his eye as he turned towards Zahied— not of a red glow. Something new. Something— tender.

There was nothing between them, but his heart still fluttered at the touch of Zahied's lips, the friction of his beard, the edge of teeth that caught his retreating tongue. The strands of hair fell, forgotten, from his hands as he turned fully, pulling Zahied tighter against him, eager and impatient and intent.

Not close enough. Never close enough.

He'd have to change that.

[hello-delicious-tea]

Grrr we have one week till we leave the country and I am on day fucking three of a fucking migraine and the meadow still isn’t cut down and I’m two postcards behind on the art postcard exchange and the fucking bathroom ceiling hasn’t been fixed and one car is broken and the fucking medicine that makes my head stop hurting also makes me vague and dizzy and nauseated and the string trimmers are the devil’s own invention and I hate fucking everything. Everything.

[spicykaraage]

Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Houou Byoudouin

[PROFILE]

Birthday: July 4th (Cancer)

Age: 18

Blood Type: A

Hometown: Hyogo

Relatives: Great-grandmother, grandmother, father, mother, younger sister

Middle School: Makinofuji Academy Junior High School (graduate)

High School: Makinofuji Academy High School

Grade: Third Year

Club: Tennis Club (captain)

Committee: None

Strong Subjects: Philosophy

U-17 Training Camp Position & Rank: First String | No.1

World Cup Team: U-17 World Cup Japanese Representatives (youth captain)

Favorite Motto: “All things perish; do not be negligent, but diligent.”

Hobbies: Copying sutras

Favorite Color: Gold

Favorite Book: The Heart Sutra

Favorite Food: Green tea

Favorite Anniversary: The day Japan wins the World Cup, which will be very soon

Preferred Type: A person with a cause

Ideal Date Spot: A temple where you can do zazen

His Gift for a Special Person: “I will eliminate anyone who opposes you.”

What He Wants Most Right Now: Shinai ➜ For Japan to win the World Cup [23.5]

Dislikes: None

Skills Outside of Tennis: None

Routine During the World Cup: Suigyou

[DATA]

Height: 189cm | 6’2”

Weight: 74kg | 163 lbs

Dominant Arm: Right

Vision: 2.0 Left & Right

Play Style: All-Rounder

Signature Moves: Pirates of the American, भारतम उचारण.साँप (The Snake Charmer of India), Destruction, El Toreo de Español, مصر من طائر الفينيق (The Phoenix of Egypt), Pirates of the World, Wallace’s Giant Bee, Exotic of Japan, Zhōngguó Hóng Lóng Zhuǎ (Claw of the Chinese Red Dragon), Roar of the African Simba, Zhōngguó Huǒ Niǎo Wǔ (Dance of the Chinese Phoenix), Gargantua Hail in Libiya, The Eighth Consciousness

Equipment Brands:

Racket: HEAD YouTek Graphene Speed Pro 18/20

Shoes: adidas adizero ACE II AC M

Overall Rating: Immeasurable

Kurobe Memo: “Is it truly okay to have this kind of talent as a high schooler? His abilities are excellent, but he’s rather rude. He needs to be taught some manners, otherwise he’ll be an embarassment as a representative of Japan.” <Official Description>

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Locker at the U-17 Training Camp [10.5 II]:

Foreign novel: Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories Vol. 1 published by Bantam Classics. He reads books from various countries and has recently gotten into mysteries

Beard trimmer (unused): Duke had bought it for him to replace his razor that he dropped into the river, but there are no signs that he’s used it

Sweatband: He has several of the same ones. They are washed everyday and are always clean when he uses them

Sanskrit sticker: A sticker with Sanskrit and a phoenix design on it. He has secretly gotten very interested in them and also wants Sanskrit accessories

What’s in His Travel Bag [23.5]:

A wallet full of 10-yen coins: He collects them for some reason

[TRIVIA]

The Prince of Tennis II 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 09/04/2013

He is on bad terms with Tokugawa

He is good friends with Duke

He has wandered around the entire world playing tennis

He is surprisingly a clean freak

When he lost to Oni and was sent to the losers’ training on the cliffs, he was chosen for the special mission to retrieve the sake. During it, he had a scuffle with the bats and dropped his razor into the river. He then grew out his hair and beard and kept it ever since

Since middle school, he’s had his sights set on the world and has traveled to various places to hone his skills. Therefore, the names of his techniques are in different languages

There is a scene of Byoudouin in Duke’s room in Golden Age 69. It is revealed he climbed the balcony to enter Duke’s room

The Prince of Tennis II 23.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 05/02/2018

Right before the World Cup, he returned to the cliffs to settle the score with the bats. When he retrieved his razor, it was rusted, so he bought a new one

He attends Makinofuji Academy located in the Hyogo Prefecture. It is said to be a strong and prestigious school

The Prince of Tennis 20th Anniversary Book: Tenipuri Party | Publication Date: 08/02/2019

His ideal relationship is one where he and his partner share a great cause despite all else. A relationship where they are two sides of the same coin

His younger sister is a middle school third year attending Makinofuji Academy. She has been described as a “Madonna” and Kadowaki is infatuated with her

He can speak 29 different languages