When I lived in Missouri, we used to chuckle at the sight of guys on lawn tractors, trying to tame massive acreages of grass.<\/p>\n
Grass farmers, we called them.\u00a0 I never understood the appeal of navigating in big lazy circles on a noisy machine.<\/p>\n
Well consider me converted.\u00a0 The last two days, I’ve been out on the range — the backyard range, that is.\u00a0 I kind of let it get away from me, so it took a while to knock back the tall stuff.<\/p>\n
Is there anything more satisfying than mowing down a field of dandelions?<\/p>\n
I know that none of this is environmentally sensitive.\u00a0 For what it’s worth, I have a lot of meadow left that’s unmowed and chock full of red wing black birds.<\/p>\n
And I don’t use chemicals.\u00a0 But as a grass wrangler, I’m hooked.\u00a0 If you want to find me this summer, the best place to look will be out on the little red suburban lawn tractor, turning those lazy circles.<\/p>\n