If you’re reading this in late October or early November, and your lawn looks a bit shaggy, go out and give it a final pass. Even if it’s a little wet. Even if you’re tired. The symbolism outweighs the chore.
You’re not just cutting grass. You’re closing a chapter. You’re saying, “I was here. I tended to this piece of the world.” And when the snow finally buries everything, you’ll know that underneath, it’s neat and tidy, waiting for the next round.
So go on. Fire up that mower one last time. Breathe in the end of the cycle. And promise yourself you’ll eat a hearty breakfast tomorrow, because winter is coming—and you’ve earned the rest.
