Tufts | Wenatchee, WA | 2015
I never much enjoyed mowing grass, but my Dad insisted that it built character. He always said the chore demanded a certain discipline (every two weeks, or 10 days if rain caused a growth spurt), a knowledge of machines and skill in their use, and a sense of design and order. An uneven cut (wiggly rows) earned me no fatherly praise. Years later, I still dislike mowing. But, as I drive around town, I can’t help giving a nod of appreciation to a lawn well-cut. Perfectly straight rows, precise grass height, no leftover clumps of clippings — maybe lawn mowing does build character.