Three turkey vultures soaring high over my head, two monarch butterflies feasting on nectar grown just for them, a cloud rapidly stripes my yard from sun to shadow and back, and the grind of a close-by lawn mower finishes off fragmentation of my attention span.
The grass is now too short, its arms cannot shade its roots. Where it cannot reach, weeds invade, soil dries, roots die. The work product of an over-zealous 12-year old eager to mow – a good thing. Have to watch that next time though, especially when stressed, 3″ is a good height for Kentucky Bluegrass this time of year.
Even things standing in full sun can shade themselves, if you give them a chance. The lawn will recover. With some care, its attention will turn again to growth, rather than survival. The sun will provide sustenance rather than scorch, in time.
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