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The Lawn Care Diary of "Doctor Straight"
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May 8 13:38 UTC 1992 |
I come from generations of farmers on my father's side. Perhaps that is
why, when spring arrives, when the birdies sing their blessed heads off
every morning, when the earth awakens from its months of slumber --
perhaps that is why the urge awakens in me at this season to go out, to
nurture my own small plot of ground. It is therefore appropriate, at
this same season, to renew a long tradition:
The Lawn Care Diary of "Doctor Straight"
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May 8 13:39 UTC 1992 |
Two weekends ago, the first mowing of the lawn, close-cropped, almost
scalped. Next, an application of fertilizer with "Halts" crabgrass
inhibitor. (Crabgrass was bad last season, have to do something. Gotta
catch the crabgrass before it germinates -- timing of the application is
all-important. Do it while the forsythia trees are in yellow blossom,
before they start to drop their petals.)
Last weekend, another mowing, leaving it longer this time (2.5"),
followed a couple of days later by a ritual application of
GRANDMA PUTT'S SPRING LAWN TONIC
1 cup epsom salts
1 cup ammonia
1 cup Listerine (tm) mouthwash
1 cup liquid dish soap
1 cup beer
Mix well, pour into a hose-end sprayer, and apply over the entire lawn.
Your lawn will love you for it! (And of course, finish off the
remaining beer in the can yourself. Waste not, want not.)
The odor of Listerine (tm) hung over the neighborhood for hours.
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