Mowing is an art form, but in a place where about the only things we grow well are briars, poison ivy and grass, He Who Mows has a chore. It's a maze out there. He has eliminated a few lawn ornaments such as clumps of fountainy grass, but there's plenty left to dodge. The clump of brambles around the firepit whoozie was pretty close to others, for instance. You voted it out.
It's gone. The rock was not as big as feared and I rolled it down to another ride-around clump, moved the dirt to a hole in the driveway and sort of leveled the hump.
Takes a lot of doing to make things look natural.
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Does She or Doesn't She?
With lawn features so natural, only her landscaper knows for sure.
And the woman who does her nails. . .
now you plant the grass or what?
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