Today I mowed the lawn. I used a push mower and it was hard to push because of the number of branches laying on the damp ground. The grass was about 4 inches high, lush, superbly green, and buttery as the machine went over it. My strength turned a fly-wheel in the mower to double or even triple (or more) the power of the mower as it haircutted the beautiful patch of refined earth.
I loved it.