It has been so pleasurable to see the mud-brown grass of winter give way to the lush, green grass of spring. The robins are also happy; pulling hard on their lunchtime worms. The only difficulty is that green grass grows. Regular haircuts are needed and if you receive some badly timed monsoons, it can be hard to coordinate cuttings, leading to a cowlick-y and unruly lawn. Such is the case with my yard. What started out as mild, short tufts of grass has progressed to full-fledged toupees and comb-overs. The grass is long and lank. When my beagle goes outside to take care of business, she wades into tummy tickling grass. Even Zoe thinks this is weird.
The crux of the problem is that my lawn-people have been delayed with the storms. I know they are behind schedule because of the rain, but they were supposed to come two weeks ago. I sent them an SOS text:
Hi Kurt—Friendly reminder. The front lawn is a little long, but the grass in the back is really, really long, perhaps requiring goats or a machete. Thanks, Rosie.
Would you believe they came out the next day? Apparently they are afraid of goats.
I’m Rosie Klepper and that’s my perspective.