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With all the rain we’ve had, the grass is very happy…and tall. Summer heat waves haven’t yet struck to drive it brown, straw-like and dormant. Homeowners have little choice but to cut. The lawn care fanatics do it twice a week. And mostly after 6:00 PM.

The unrelenting drone of engines fill the evening air. It reminds me of the Vespas that streaked through every Italian city and town I’ve been in. It sounds like the incessant buzzing of wasps.

Some people in Southampton have chosen to cut their grass or weeds or both, depending on what level of lawn care – or lack of it – they indulge in, well into the evening. Gas movers, walk-behinds, riding mowers, small but expensive John Deere tractors with full cab for sun protection are being pushed, pulled, followed, driven and rode over lawns and fields with great purpose.

Every lawn has that tidy, fresh-clipped, golf course perfect look. Along with the aroma of fresh cut grass, the air is heavy with the smell of exhaust…the perfume of a summer’s evening.

Given the price of gas these days you have to wonder if its rise will ever reduce the amount of grass cutting home owners indulge in. Or will there be a wholesale switch to electric, battery or solar powered contraptions? Sure doesn’t look like it.

So, we burn a renewable resource and pollute the air all in the pursuit of a picture perfect lawn. Good thing we live in the country. There’s lots of fresh air to go around.


Written by metropolitanhomesickblues

July 16, 2008 at 4:06 PM

Posted in thoughts, Writing

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