Everything you didn’t want to know about grass
If there’s one thing I connect summers with in Western New York, it’s yard mowing. It’s so irretrievably linked in my mind, that even childhood memories occupy a corner in my cerebral cortex labeled “grass.” Mowing it. Fertilizing it. Complaining about it. Watching it grow six inches while you were away for a long weekend. There’s no doubt that by June, grass becomes one of the dominant forces in our lives. It quietly takes over Saturday mornings, fills hardware store parking lots with riding mowers, and gives you a chance to wave to your neighbors. Most of us don’t ...
