|Isn't freshly cut grass beautiful? (Image from Wikimedia Commons)|
The other day, I asked my husband Cal to edge the yard.
Cal said: “You know it’s November, right? The grass isn’t growing anymore.”
I said: “I know, but the edges are rough and I’ll have to look at uneven edges all winter.”
Me: “And, uh, you know, the grass could be mowed one last time too.”
Cal: “It’s dormant.”
Me: “But it’s messy looking. I could do it.”
Cal: “I’ll do it. But just so we’re clear, I’m only doing this because I love you.”
Me: “That works for me.”
Thankfully, I’m not the only one in our neighbor who’s obsessed with the final trim of the year. Our next-door neighbor had her grass cut yesterday. And the neighbor behind us was mowing his lawn late last night. Weird thing though…he was mowing in the dark. Pitch dark, without a flashlight, outside light, or even a street light.
But he was running his power mower all over the lawn. I’m wondering if he was doing it in the dark as a silent protest. As in, “The crazy wife wants me to mow even though the grass isn’t growing anymore. I’ll show that obsessive lunatic and mow in the dark. Ha, ha.” I’m looking forward to seeing their yard this morning. I can’t imagine how it will look. It’s got to be a completely random trim with patches of cut and uncut grass. I wonder if it will get left that way all winter. If so, I’m going to smile every time I see it.