I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.
You might be a redneck if it's easier to spray weed killer on your lawn than mow it.
I mow my own lawn.
I'm a big fan of grass. It definitely suits my game.
Nothing is more pleasant to the eye than green grass kept finely shorn.
Do not worry too much about your lawn. You will soon find if you haven't already that almost every adult American devotes tremendous time and money to the maintenance of an invasive plant species called turf grass that we can't eat. I encourage you to choose better obsessions.
My first job was cutting grass. In Miami, this grass grows everywhere. You just get the lawn mower out, walk down the neighborhood, cut grass.
Lawns are a form of television
Champions League matches are not always played on good pitches.
We can't all have gleaming grass, cut to the millimetre, perfectly manicured and watered when needed and looked after by 10 groundsmen. Not everyone can be at these clubs.
My rule was I wouldn't recruit a kid if he had grass in front of his house. That's not my world. My world has a cracked sidewalk.
