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Mid-Michigan Lawn Style for April 2020. . .

 The back just post-mow.  Not too bad for the first cutting of the season.  Still greening up, but more rain, increasing warmth, and some organic fertilizer should help that along.

Went to work on curing some of that cabin fever midday today by changing the oil in the ol' Toro Timemaster, firing her up, and clipping the lawn for the first time since last November.  Funny how something as simple as mowing will suddenly make the areas around the house look so much better.  

Not that the grass was high by any stretch, but we're now at a nice, clean starting point.  Much like you look after trip to the barbershop or hair stylist.  A good trim and clean-up gets rid of the shag.  

I find myself looking forward to more time in the yard during the next six months or so.  Our local weather here is supposed to be sunny and almost warm for Monday, so putting down some organic fertilizer at some point tomorrow looks like a distinct possibility.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

Part of the front.  A bit cool here today, but awfully nice to be outside again.

If you'll excuse the reference to Sly and the Family Stone, we made today's session outside a family affair.  The Grand Duchess and Young Master took care of a few things in the back, including cleaning out last year's muck from the birdhouses to make way for new bird families this year.  Birds are one of Young Paul's favorite creatures.


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