The birds are chirping up a storm. The lilacs are in bloom. The convertibles are out. The calendar says it’s May. But it really isn’t spring until I bust out the ol’ Gravely.
Gravely, as any self-respecting yard-maintenance junkie knows, is a brand of lawn tractor. And at the risk of sounding like I have a stake in the company (I don’t), this particular Gravely has more value to me than its simple function of cutting grass.