Saturday, May 7, 2011
I just finished harrowing and fertilizing the ranch lawns. I'd anticipated this day for several weeks. With the winter of 2010-11 overstaying its welcome, I was anxious to hop on the Gator, an all-terrain ranch vehicle, and get to the task of rustling up the thatch, the dead of winter with my small customized harrow Pete had fashioned for me a number of years ago. When the lawns are stirred up I can see through to the new season's growth. At that moment I feel as though I've personally launched the summer season. The following essay was originally posted last spring, but I thought about it again today as I raked troublesome areas of the lawn, ones in which the harrow only scratched the surface of this season's thatch.