Summer starts this time of year, and this is when the joy of warmth turns a corner toward the oppression of stifling heat. There's still plenty of water coming down the mountain and in the front yard, quite a bit of stored, uncut lawn. It's a point of pride that I don't mow the lawn much more than a few times a year, and this is one of the best reasons that it's practical as well as fun to be a wee bit lazy.
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