Saturday, February 27, 2016
I smelled wild onions today
We are home in Belmont, awaiting my new ear. I have determined not to be out in the public much, I do not want to catch a cold or the flu. They will not do the operation if I am sick. So I want to be careful.
I am keeping busy here, picking up fallen limbs and burning them. We have a couple large trees at this house so I had a good job. Then I burned them. I started cutting grass in the Third Grade, I had to do it often because it was a push reel type mower like this:
Then came the modern ‘Power mower’. It was a reel type mower with a Briggs-Stratton motor. When dad was not watching I could ride the sucker by standing with my feet on opposite sides of the motor and lean back over the engine to operate the levers. The mower was going forward and I was facing to the rear. I could not guide it of course, so the rides weren't long, but to a kid it was fun.
When and where I grew up, anything green on the lawn was good. Even some weeds and wild onions. In the spring when anyone was cutting grass in the neighborhood you could smell onions. It wasn’t an objectionable scent at the time, it just meant someone was cutting grass.
You see that was before the manicured lawns, before the lawn services, and long before the average citizen could afford a lawn service.
So I have never went out of my way to ‘kill’ the ‘dandy-lions’ and wild onions in our yards. I have pulled some of them, but we would never have won ‘Yard Of The Month’.
(Our lawn today)
Today I smelled onions, there was very little grass, too early for that.