Since buying a house years ago, I’ve realized certain things about myself I never knew before. The main thing is that I’m not a “lawn guy.”
You know the type: every weekend, they strap on the baseball cap and the Reeboks, grab the mower, and meticulously shave down their greenery to the perfect length. After that, they scatter even more seeds to keep the carpet lush and thick, then gently sift the perfect combo of fertilizer and topsoil into their fresh-hewn field on top. Finally, their multi-setting sprinkler gets positioned just right, clicked into the right attachments, and they kick back on the patio to watch -- literally -- their grass grow.