Mowing Season Begins

Spring is here and the grass is growing like crazy.  I’ve mowed five yards this week.  Did I say “mowed?”  It was more like bailing hay.  There have been two big rains storms recently, and the grass started growing like it was on steroids!  Much of it wasn’t the short yard-type grass, but the field feed-the-livestock oats and grains.  That kind gets a couple of foot high and goes down like little trees.  The base of the stalks were still slightly wet and wanted to gum up the  underpinning of the mower.  Too bad I didn’t have a hay baler; I could have fed a cow.

My grandson followed along behind me, and when I no longer saw grass clippings being spewed out the outtake, I would stop and he would manually dig the blockage out and free the opening.  I was very fortunate I had a ZTR mower.  That stands for Zero Turning Radial, which means it will hug the circumstance of a tree as close as kids playing ring-around-the-roses.  It was expensive, but with the yards we must mow, it is worth its weight in gold.

Mowing the grass for the first time each spring is quite the discovery process.  That’s when you find out what kind of beverages your neighbors drank, soda or the stronger variety.  Thankful, the bottles aren’t glass any longer.  Then there are the snack wrappers and empty packages.  The yard in the Hispanic neighborhood had the spicier snack wrappers.  And then there was the violation notice blown in from someone on the street.  Makes one wonder if the person has see the notice, or if they will soon have a surprise visit.

I felt like a homewrecker when I saw the displaced mosquito rise above the cut grass.  They no longer have a home to breed and have families.  Just as well, though, the city will soon be fogging the streets with chemicals to keep the critter population down.  But on the upside, the birds will come and have a feast on the wheat nuggets.

Ahh, the joys of spring…  In a couple of weeks it will need to be done again.  In fact, I could imagine I could see the  bent over stalks gathering strength and raising back up before I left.  But I’m ready for them now.  I’ve had the mower in the shop for a tune-up, and fixed two flat tires.  That is why, along with the rains, the grasses turned into “amber waves of grain.”