In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Home Turf.”
Mow it. Mow it now. You don’t have to edge it, or even trim it, but please, for the love of Briggs and Stratton, mow it. And try watering it too.
Home turf isn’t just my yard. It’s every lawn I can see from my yard, every dandelion I can see from my driveway, every burnt square of brown I pass driving down my street. I understand that people are busy.They have kids, jobs, dreams.
But you purchased a house, for crying out loud. Does that not imply some responsibility toward your neighbors?
We all miss a mow or two. Emergencies, equipment failures, even vacations can get in the way of lawn care. But it’s the same lawns week after week. You know who you are. Turn the porch lights on. Tape a flashlight to that thing and let’s get going.
And get those leaves while you’re at it.
In the Northwest, wildfire plumes paint the evening sky.
Another day, another new fire in the Pacific Northwest. It seems as if each time one wildfire is contained, another is ignited. Over the weekend, three new blazes erupted in Washington alone. Towers of smoke from the Eastern Cascades can be seen from as far away as Seattle. The one silver (or better yet, crimson) lining in these smoke clouds is the spectacular array of hues incubated by their presence. Watching the sun set through forest fires, in this terrain, means you are on the wrong side of the wind. But with pragmatic vigilance and a little luck, worthy shots can be captured. Enjoy.
Autumn was late to the Inland Northwest, but well worth the wait.