mowing

what is it with the british and their lawns? outside of the diaspora, does this happen elsewhere? i can't bring to mind anywhere, although i'm prepared to concede i'm actively blotting out the memory. i should know something of how all this came about, courtesy of the superlative jenny uglow but i have to confess i've retained nothing

currently my garden looks like a summer meadow, criss crossed by the pathways and nesting places of the neighboorhood cats, but the weight of social disapproval is upon me so i have to go and get the lawnmower and, once again, cut it back to the roots