Autumn has arrived with all its wonders. The air is fresh with little to no humidity, my garden has given the last of its bounty, and the leaves of the trees are starting to give a glimpse of the colors that are destined to explode around us. Now if my lawn would finally get the hint and stop growing I could be a happy camper. Every five days since my yard went from a tundra to basically a hay field I have faithfully mowed it so I wouldn’t become the bum of the neighborhood.