Sep 3, 2026 · 30 min · 10 segments
**The Four Seasons: An almanac for those who are emotionally dependent on mowing grass** Kim has a problem. Summer isn’t even over yet, and she’s already worried about what will happen when the…
The Four Seasons, an almanac for those who are emotionally dependent on mowing grass.
I've written before about how this job was outsourced to trained lawn professionals and dudes that I knew with tractors over the years.
Even after I'd secured a tractor of my very own and fell in love with mowing our own fields, the lawns and weed eating were attended by crews who did this for a living.
Then we packed up and moved last year, and there was no longer room left in the budget to pay someone to keep the grounds looking presentable.
I was lucky, and I leaned into my research alongside people who were far more knowledgeable about mowing deck sizes than I was.
The man who dropped off the machine drove an hour to reach us, and he got out of the truck with his jaw dropped and an expression of pure awe on his face.
I recently sent the man a text begging him to make another trip out here and work his magic of greasing and sprucing so the machinery is ready to sit idly through the winter.
So what I'm writing about this week as the light changes its slant and the earliest leaves are turning yellow is a backward facing retrospective as we near one whole entire year at the new farm.
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The Four Seasons, an almanac for those who are emotionally dependent on mowing grass.
I've written before about how this job was outsourced to trained lawn professionals and dudes that I knew with tractors over the years.
Even after I'd secured a tractor of my very own and fell in love with mowing our own fields, the lawns and weed eating were attended by crews who did this for a living.
Then we packed up and moved last year, and there was no longer room left in the budget to pay someone to keep the grounds looking presentable.
I was lucky, and I leaned into my research alongside people who were far more knowledgeable about mowing deck sizes than I was.
The man who dropped off the machine drove an hour to reach us, and he got out of the truck with his jaw dropped and an expression of pure awe on his face.
I recently sent the man a text begging him to make another trip out here and work his magic of greasing and sprucing so the machinery is ready to sit idly through the winter.
So what I'm writing about this week as the light changes its slant and the earliest leaves are turning yellow is a backward facing retrospective as we near one whole entire year at the new farm.