The next day dawns warm and beautiful. Being that it s January, I know we have precious few days left like this. It s a mirage, but it s enough of a mirage that the grass has grown much higher than it should ve. January is always the month that tricks us all. Our worst snow and cold are yet to come, but we re always lulled into this false sense of security about our winter being mild Every single year.
Are you going to mow today? I ask Hawk as we sit at the kitchen table.
He was scrolling through something on his iPhone while I peruse a magazine I d found lying around. Jacob sat in his high chair, happily grubbing on some pieces of cereal.
Startled, he glances up at me. I m sorry, what d you say?
Repeating again very slowly for him, I enunciate, Are. You. Going. To. Mow. Today?
