The Do It All Boys

About The Do It All Boys

October on Yarrow Point arrives as drizzle off the southwest, and the fir needles come down wet and stick to everything. The Do It All Boys read the sky and take the break when it opens. Mow, trim the edges, clear the walks, move on. Down past Wetherill the ground steps toward the lake, and every lawn on the way holds its green straight through the gray months, which is the odd gift of this shoreline — grass that hardly stops growing. A tidy yard in a wet season is worth more than a tidy yard in July, and the work says so.