The holes! Those holes!
Rippling through my cloud-like lawn,
Leaving grass entrails
In bright greens and dark fawn.
Those holes, damn holes … Could be moles
Or voles or Middle Earth lawn trolls.
Had one not known better, they might just consider
This a violent protest by the Lawn Antifa!
Now just settle down, you bloody lawn neophyte!
Both knowledge and experience doth shine a bright light
Where the untrained Turf Brain might see disaster,
The wise, old Lawn Prophet sees good health for your pasture!
Not quite Shakespeare,
Not quite Milton …
In other words, it’s The Best Time of the Year to aerate your Lawn!
For focused discussions, see the following …
Poking Holes in the Patient – Lawn Year (LY) ’14