When It Rains, It Grows
Over the last several weeks we have experienced over seven inches of rain. In the past, August and September were months that the lawnmowers were seldom used. I walked out to check on my two tomato plants and was overwhelmed as to the height of the grass in the yards. Dennis had been called to deliver some concrete supplies for his nephew in Jackson, which is 45 miles away to the southwest. I had not planned on starting to do the yards until he was home, but I knew I had my work cut out for me.
I enjoy doing our original lot with the push mower. The small deck makes for a very nice, even look. Dennis’ rider has a multiple blade deck and it has a tendency to scalp a bit if the ground is not totally even. We had mowed just a week ago yesterday. Today, the mower grunted . . . and I don’t mean my Husqvarna mower, it was me that was grunting. I had all I could do to get through the real thick spots and did many areas taking only a half swat.
Dennis got home from Jackson just as I was finishing the raking of the front yard. I cannot remember a time that I had to rake clumps of grass clippings. Believe me, it did need the raking. Dennis helped with the piles of grass and blew off the driveway and patio before heading to the back garage to get his mower going.
I can say, that last fall we fertilized our original lot and a day such as today was proof of the pudding that it took. It took real well. For this time of the year, our yard has never looked as nice, though needing mowing oftener. The areas of clover and Creeping Charlie are slim to none as the grass has overcome the naughty stuff. We have talked about fertilizing the far east yards this fall after we have seen how much easier the weed control is.
It’s been two hours and it’s time for me to head out east and check on Dennis. As weary as yard work can be, I must say, it is very rewarding for the two of us. You’ve got it. It doesn’t take much to make Dennis and me happy campers here on Stauffer Avenue. It’s a good thing.