Lawn Care

I previously wrote about Neil leaving for the Muny late in the afternoon. One day around

4 p.m. my mom was sitting down on the concrete path that led to our house. She was trimming the edge where the lawn met the path (by hand, no weed eaters then) and was perspiring profusely. On his way from the porch to the path, Neil said, "You shouldn't be out here doing this hard work now." My mother shaded her eyes from the sun, looked up at him and smiled, thinking he was going to volunteer to do the edging for her. In the next beat, he said, "You should wait

until later, when the sun starts to go down a little."