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I'm sorry, I'll get it mowed soon
May 26, 2011 - Kevin Sweeney
I’m sorry. I know my front yard looks like a punk-rocker’s bad haircut, and when you live on Broadway it is necessary to keep your grass mowed nice and neat to impress the tourists. Let me explain.
It has been a tough spring for me to get to the lawn. On days when the weather is good, I’ve been too busy with work. On days I’m not busy, it has been raining. With this cool, wet weather the grass has been growing like gangbusters, too, especially the mutant crabgrass strain which is the only form of vegetation that will grow on my salt-encrusted boulevard. I got to it once so far this spring, then I was out of town a week or so ago for my son Mike’s wedding in Indiana. By the time I got back the grass was ankle high and rising, but again I never got a chance to mow until this Tuesday after work.
I buzzed the boulevard, not bothering to bag as I raced a storm front that was moving in. I started on the front yard itself, but after the first pass by the front sidewalk I was startled by a small brown streak that hopped away. I thought it might be a chipmunk, but closer inspection showed I was just about to hit a nest of baby rabbits who were hiding in the long grass. A couple of them up and ran, but the smallest two just huddled there instinctively, expecting their protective coloration to protect them from the lawnmower blades.
I didn’t want to make rabbit hash, so I mowed the one side of the yard that was unoccupied, leaving the side with the rabbits to grow until they were old enough to fend for themselves. I hope by this weekend they will be moving around some and I can get to the grass.
In the meantime, I’m afraid visitors to New Ulm will be saying, as they drive down Broadway, “My, what a beautiful town. Look at these yards, so nice and ti ... OH MY GOD!”
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