Moonlight Curbing

About Moonlight Curbing

Long after the valley heat lets go, the light over Quincy turns the color of ripe wheat and the basalt rims to the west go violet. That is the hour Moonlight Curbing likes for reading a lawn — low sun rakes across the turf and every ragged border shows itself. The work is mowing, trimming and edging, the perimeter cut so the grass stops exactly where it ought to and the whole yard reads as one shape. At dusk the sprinklers tick on down the street, the swallows trade shifts with the bats, and the mown lines hold their pattern into the dark. A defined edge is a small thing to fuss over, and it changes how an entire house looks from the road.