Mowzilla

About Mowzilla

Late afternoon in Bethany the light goes long and gold down old Route 66, and the heat finally loosens its grip an inch. Mowzilla goes to work then, because midsummer bermuda grows with an appetite and the name is a joke about keeping up with it. Mowing, edging along the drive and the walk, trimming around posts, play sets and the awkward corner nobody else reaches, then a clean blow-down so nothing gets tracked indoors. Somewhere near Will Rogers Park the roses are still going and the whole block starts to smell like cut grass. Warr Acres, Bethany and the northwest streets in between — cut back and sent into evening looking sharp.