Littlemen Big Mowers

About Littlemen Big Mowers

In June, Gulf Stream's grass seems to grow while you watch it: the rains arrive most afternoons, the sun returns hot the next morning, and a lawn left alone for a week starts to look like a meadow. Littlemen Big Mowers answers that surge with regular passes and keen blades, laying down stripes that run straight as a boat's wake. At high noon the iguanas sun themselves on docks and sidewalks and scatter as the mowers roll by, and the cut grass smells green and sweet in the heavy air. The name has a grin in it, but the mowing is serious: uniform height, no scalped patches, clippings kept off the drive. By evening, the striped lawns catch the last gold light off the water and look freshly combed.