“Your line isn’t straight you better mow it again!” was a common thing I heard from my Dad growing up. You see, we were the house right on the corner that had to have the perfect lawn. You know the kind, straight edges all the way down the sidewalk, dark, thick green diagonal lines. The lawn that the other neighbors always aspired to have. Growing up with my Dad, the grass was always greener. Mainly because we worked to keep it that way. I found …
