Stop mowing when the grass stops growing. That’s the rule. Not when the calendar says it’s fall. Not when your neighbor’s lawn looks like a putting green. When the growth stops, you stop.
You’ll know because you’ll mow one week, and the next week, it looks exactly the same. That’s your cue. Park the mower. Crack open a beer (or a hot cocoa). Admire your quiet, sleepy lawn from the window.
And if anyone asks why you’re not mowing? Tell them the grass union called a strike. They won’t argue. Trust me.
Now go put your feet up. You’ve earned it.