When we moved down to Florida in 2014, I experienced many culture and environmental shocks. One such shock was how different the grass is. It isn't the dainty, slim, soft grass of the north. It is most certainly not soft. Some grows up to be mowed, but it also grows sideways via runners. These runners are greedy little monsters, always looking to spread and establish themselves. One must admire this tenacity and will to grow. I would be more sympathetic to it if it wasn't trying to take over my sidewalk and driveway.
Edging is not a suburban vanity down here. It is essential if you don't want the grass to grow over the sidewalks or narrow the street. Mowing is Tom's job. Edging is mine. I must admit, the violent thug that lives somewhere deep in my psyche enjoys herself when edging.
I believe I have written about this before, but now I have the perfect picture to show you all. It was so satisfying to cut those off with my handy dandy edger.
