I grew up mowing and hating mowing the lawn. Now that I’m an adult, I mow it exactly once a year. In fact, less than that because one of my partners and I alternate each year.
It gets pretty and nice and like 2 feet long like a natural forest with buzzing bees and the critters love it, then mow it and it dies for the year. Done.
It’s a pity that we have to mow it at all, though. When the early summer sun hits low through it and you can see how much life is in it, it’s like a dream… Then it gets killed and I remember I live in the United States.
I grew up mowing and hating mowing the lawn. Now that I’m an adult, I mow it exactly once a year. In fact, less than that because one of my partners and I alternate each year.
It gets pretty and nice and like 2 feet long like a natural forest with buzzing bees and the critters love it, then mow it and it dies for the year. Done.
It’s a pity that we have to mow it at all, though. When the early summer sun hits low through it and you can see how much life is in it, it’s like a dream… Then it gets killed and I remember I live in the United States.