Our neighbors across the street have a rental next door to them. The young couple who live there are lovely renters. Truly. The gentleman painted blue trim on the awnings, put wood trim around the flower beds, lined the driveway in bright yellow markers and is very much a hard working and happy guy.
Two days ago, he mowed the lawn. Yes, mowed the lawn.
In mid January.
Grant you, there wasn't any snow, but there aren't any major warm, sunny days coming down the pike to encourage lawn growth. We're looking at snow for the next 7 days in a row with single digit temperatures. We're not rolling out of winter for a while.
Oh, and the grass is kind of dormant.
Hubs' comment was, "He obviously doesn't understand plant physiology and when you mow the grass in the winter like that, you kill it."
I'm hoping that isn't the case, but when everyone was dumping chemicals on their lawn this summer and one crazy guy mowed every day, Hubs said the lawn was going to die.
It did. The death was painful and very, very brown. And crunchy.
So who knows? I've seen a bare chested man shovel snow, people use leaf blowers to blow snow (the light and airy stuff) and now, I've seen someone mow their lawn in mid January. I suppose, whatever takes him where he needs to go.
At least there is pride in home rentership! :)