yard work
I mow the grass not out of conquest,but obligation — even simple necessity:if I don’t, our little dog disappears inthe growing greenery that passes fora lawn. I’m not much of a turf builder.And so I pull-start the machine andbegin traversing the yard, cuttingpatterns as Ella runs ahead, buoyantlyannouncing impending doom to theweeds and daffodils. We…
