My Hauler With Claw

About My Hauler With Claw

Come November the big-leaf maples let go all at once, and a McMinnville lawn can vanish under a foot of yellow in a single wet week. My Hauler With Claw shows up for exactly that — the grass raked and blown out from the fence corners, the beds skimmed, the whole drift lifted and taken away instead of shoved to the curb to rot. Leaves left sitting through a valley winter smother turf and breed bare patches by March, so the fall passes come often and finish clean. The mower still runs between storms, dropping the height slowly as the light goes short. What is left is dark green, open to the air, and ready to sit out the rain.