Weather permitting, Thursday is mowing day. Weekly mowing is a gardening task that I hire out (one of the few). My limited interest in the lawn allows me to let outsiders take care of this "mow and blow" chore. In my Hamptons garden, I see mown grass as nothing more than a frame for my planting beds.
I'll admit it. My lawn is crappy. It's a crucible of grass mixes, clover and moss. But on mowing day, the sun-singed grass tops and rambling weeds are shorn to a homogeneous, deep green that makes everything around look crisp and fresh.
I see those flawless lawns all around the Hamptons and wonder if I should care more. But on Thursday, mowing day, I can pretend to have a similar well-tended turf (if you don't look too close).
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