Today I give you the lawn mower surrender. I don’t know if some poor soul actually thought he could mow the growth at the lake side and the vegetation rose up for a hostile take over, or if a non- environmentalist was sick of mowing and she chucked it in the drink. Or maybe it was a fast and furious lawn mower race with an epic three mower crash and it spun off into the water while the sodden jockey pulled himself from the mud, leaving only bubbles behind. Who knows? It was visible at a local fishing hole because the water line is low. I thought it a compelling juxtaposition. (It was too far into the muck to safely remove from the lake. When the water line rises again, it will probably catch hooks and the vegetation be blamed. The reeds will probably snicker. So will the fish.)