It came a little earlier than last year, but it came. It came just the same. I cut the lawn for the first time of the 2012 cutting season this past Sunday. The weather was a little brisk and breezy, but the sun was shining paving the way for this grand event. The first cut of the season is like my Opening Day. I really do like cutting the grass and was looking forward to this day once my lawn started looking a little shaggy. But this year, it was a bittersweet experience.
The first cut is usually a sign that the seasons have officially changed. It means that the long dreary winter is finally over, and the rebirth of spring has arrived. This year, just as the seasons are changing, so is the neighborhood.
My neighbor and great friend Joe passed away last October. He hated cutting the grass. Despised it actually. He didn’t do a very good job when he cut it either. His blades were never sharpened and there were always clumps and clumps of grass because he waited till it was a forest before he cut it. It was a shame too because he had such thick green grass in the backyard. So I took it upon myself to make his lawn my responsibility. Partly because I wanted to help, partly because I hated looking at his un-kept lawn, and partly because I love cutting the grass and my yard is too small. The funny thing was that it would take him a good month before he even realized I had cut the grass. “Did you cut the grass!?”he’d ask all surprised after he finally looked out his back window.
Like I said, he hated it, so it wasn’t a priority for him.
That month of cutting turned into a few years. It was nice though. I was helping out a friend and it gave me more grass to cut since my yard was so small. More grass, meant more time behind the mower with headphones on alone with my thoughts. Alone time I thoroughly enjoyed. But unfortunately things are different this year and my work load will be a little lighter than usual.
Joe’s house sold and we will soon have new neighbors. It’s one of those things that needs to happen and will be a good thing. I know this. But even though Joe’s house sat vacant all winter, it still felt like his house still. And now after walking through the freshly carpeted floors and seeing the freshly painted walls of his house, it clearly isn’t his anymore. All the character and charm of him and his wife’s personalities are packed up, sold off, donated, or thrown away. It’s just a house now.
I cut Joe’s grass for what would be the last time on Sunday. I paced the yard back and forth taking care in making my lines straight. I would look back at the house and think about all the good times we had. Cutting his grass was the last physical connection I had to him.
Just as the first cut of the season is a sign of spring and saying hello to a new season, it’s also about saying goodbye to another. I welcome spring with the new buds on the trees and the green grass, and am ready to say goodbye to winter. Goodbye to the cold dreary days. Goodbye to my neighbor. Goodbye to my friend.
But just as it is with winter, it’s not goodbye, it’s more like see you later.