Mower.

Mower.

this plum summer storm
and my avocado lawn 
race 
to smother the sky.

With these persistent warm, humid, rainy days, our lawn is growing out of control.
It seems like only a couple of days back I last mowed it, now it is as high as an elephants eye.
Not a small lawn, it requires a non-trivial expenditure of gumption & grunt to do the job.
If I had my way the whole thing would be a concrete putt-putt golf course.
That’s not true. It looks really nice when freshly mown. And that smell of cut grass takes me back to my childhood like a zipline.

Seriously though, manicured lawns in the Australian climate?
Afterwards, sitting on the verandah with a cold beer, I can almost hear it as it resumes regrowth.

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