I feel like one of those kids mothers speak about in hushed tones: “He flunked kindergarten!”
I flunked No Mow May. At best, I give myself a C-minus. I could not even let my yard go unmown for a measly month, to allow more flowers and hence support more pollinators. All I saw at first were tall grass reseeding, then volunteer Norway maples. I quietly got out the electric mower. Hey, then I saw a few wildflowers. So I mowed around them in some Zombie garden fashion. My yard is a drunkard’s path of buttercups, then low growing clover blossoms for all those teeny pollinators who can’t or won’t get up into the dogwoods or other flowering trees.
It was a humbling experience. It’s not just as simple as stopping mowing. I’ll try something again next year.