Something very strange has happened to me last week. I – one who came to fore in the oh-so-green and manicured lawns of the suburbs, who daily cut lawns in order to finance bicycle and first guitar purchases, who is deathly allergic to grass, and hates the idea of using all that gasoline to keep a non-native plant from growing – got an urge to mow the grass. As an urban apartment dweller, I don’t have a plot of land to take care of, and what little space I do have is filled with veggies.
But, I just felt a brief, passing twinge to welcome summer with a Walkman-serenaded stroll up and down rows and rows of green, staining my shoes in the process. Then, it passed and I went on a bike ride instead.
Still, I know lawn care is something on the minds of many, and like all things domestic, it’s best to do things as smartly as possible.
Brie from DIYLife has the scoop: