The week went by with rain and a thunderstorm, and the weather was getting progressively cold. I highly anticipated the potential snow that would arrive in a few weeks. I would let the fluffy white flakes gather in my mouth, tasting my first bit of snow, marveling at the fragility of snowflakes as they would come down in solid form, only to melt in my tongue in a matter of seconds.
Thinking about snow brought me back to the problem at hand.
We had learned from the person at the landscape rental place that "we would have a mess" on our hands if the snow arrived before we had cut the grass.
The rains had encouraged the grass to grow even taller. Saturday morning arrived, and at 8:00 AM sharp, I heard some banging and loud voices outside the ranch. I couldn"t see outside the window as the
