Busy Bears

About Busy Bears

There is a particular Kalifornsky afternoon in July when the fireweed has climbed halfway up its stalk along the ditch banks and the whole hour hums — small engines, smaller wings, warm air off the flats. Busy Bears keeps yards through that stretch: mowing, string trimming, edging, and hauling the clippings off so the lawn can breathe. Down this way the soil sits thin over old glacial ground, and grass that gets tended on a rhythm pays you back for it, thick and level and green clear to the fence line. The name suits the work — steady, humming, gone again before you quite notice. What stays behind is a yard that reads as looked-after from the road.