The final mowing of the year: the mower fights back

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There comes a day each year, when the leaves are thinking about a change of color, and the hot, humid and sweltery air of summer starts to crisp up and I ponder bringing my favorite hoodies out from the back of the closet to the front.

I also start to anticipate one of my not-sofavorite weekends of the season: the last mowing of the year.

That indeterminate day when the grass has resigned itself t…