Mow Better Blues

This first appeared in the July issue of a regional paper, but people keep reporting link errors, so here it is to hopefully a wider audience. Now you really know what I think about lawns.





Finally, it’s the weekend. Lazy mornings where the fog of a long
sleep creeps delightfully into every waking observation—the robins
feeding their young at the nest, bees hopping from coreopsis to
coneflower, the cool breeze before a suddenly warm afternoon. And the
belching vibration of the neighbor’s law...