Spring has arrived, but here in Wyoming, you wouldn’t know it. The temperature is forty-nine degrees, and it’s cloudy with a dusting of snow. Chances of snow are forecast for the rest of the week.
At this time of year, you should start thinking about lawn care unless you hire someone to do that for you. The following poem, published in Serendipity Poets Journal, details my memories of lawn care through the years.
As a child of five or six,
I watched Mother push the mower
back and forth across the grass.
Afterward, I ran, rolled, drank in the scent.
We moved to a succession of houses,
each with its own lawn,
graduated to a power mower.
As a teenager, my younger brother mowed the lawn.
“You missed the corner here,
that section there,” Mother said.
In my adult years, I use a lawn care service.
Every corner and section is neat
with not a blade of grass out of place.
What do you remember about lawn care? As a kid, did you like to roll in the grass after it was freshly mowed? As a teen-ager, did Dad pay you to mow the lawn? Did you ever use a push mower? Please share your memories below.