Usually, this time of year, my lawn mower takes a well-deserved sabbatical, resting quietly in our garden shed for a few weeks, waiting for the heat to go away and cool autumn air to bring the grass back to life.
But not this year. I started mowing in March and I haven’t missed a week since.
It’s the perfect storm. Lots of rain and then lots of sun to draw the grass out its hidey hole.
To make matters worse, most of my yard is now in zoysia grass which thrives well even in droughts, but flourishes with even a little rain. At night, if I’m quiet, I can hear the grass growing.
This week, some brutal heat may have slowed the grass down a bit. At least I can’t hear it growing. But then we’re scheduled for some mild weather and the lawnmower will come out of the shed again.
As Noah and his family once said, “There is something to be said for droughts.”
