Mowing

It’s January.

The grass is now tall enough in my yard to require mowing.

Unfortuantely, we’re supposed to get ice or snow this weekend, rain at the least, which means I won’t be able to mow.

Usually, I am the last person to stop mowing in my neighborhood and the first to start. I end my weekly mowing spree in mid-December most years and pick up again in mid-March. Those three months are too cold to mow and the grass often cooperates by not growing those months.

I suppose it’s doggy compost that’s making a difference, because all the places where Itzl prefers to do his doggy blogging are the ones with tall grass.

I’ll be mowing tomorrow, most likely, with a flashlight, just so the grass is sheared before the cold sets in.