What is it about a freshly mowed lawn that has such appeal? Is it the newly mown hay smell? Something that echos into lost times, where the smell of grasses being eaten by goats, and the warmth of a summer's sun on your face, promise that your life will be good - if only briefly. Or is it the neatly ordered mower marks, and the tidy lawn, with all the grass the same height and no leaves to blemish it? The philsophy beaten into us by Industrial Revolution. Or, finally, and probably the real reason, is it the self-satisfaction of demonstrably finishing something? Something not too big, something that won't piss the neighbors off because it's so big, something that in fact the neighbors will look at and say, "Hey, he's a good guy - he keeps his lawn neat!"?