poem about mowing the lawn

#421: A Curtal Sonnet (à la “Pied Beauty”) on April 16, 2022

Glory be to mowing right before the rains come– For black clouds as dark as coal just so far away; For the vacuum cleaner purr of my electric mower;Not a scent of gasoline in the air as I race against time; The lawn patchy and poofed in spots where grass grows uneven; Now smoothed byContinue reading “#421: A Curtal Sonnet (à la “Pied Beauty”) on April 16, 2022″

#174: Mowing

I have a love/hate relationship with mowing the lawn. It’s Spring and the lawn must be mowed. I mean, it doesn’t, really. We could totally let the lawn go to hell if we wanted. There’s the rub. We do not want the lawn to go to hell. It looks good when it’s been cut andContinue reading “#174: Mowing”