Addicted to Grass

About Addicted to Grass

Nobody chooses a name like Addicted to Grass halfway. Out in the deep lawns of Ridgefields, an August evening after a thunderstorm is the whole reason: the fescue drinks, the color returns overnight, and the next morning's mowing leaves stripes you can see from the porch. This is a lawn care outfit that likes the fussy parts — the edge along the drive, the trim around the crepe myrtle, the corner nobody else bothers to turn cleanly. Kingsport summers ask a lot of a yard, running hot and close between the ridges, and the answer is simply showing up on rhythm. A cut lawn is a small weekly promise kept.