The orange Husqvarna mocks me from the shed, making me feel all at once enraged and pitiful. She sits in pieces refusing to turn over, and I do not know where to start. Lawn out of control, I am determined to at the very least get the front yard done today. Between the weather, the job, and of course the kids, time is always lacking. I have a window of sunny kid free weather. In the back of my shed there sits the old push lawn mower. At one time this red Craftsman ran like a top but now sits faded, self propelled broken long ago, covered in dirt and…