
Cary’s Corner – Brown Patch Blues? Don’t Panic
Brown Patch is Back – Here’s What to Do 🗓️ Updated July 2025 – Brown Patch is back with a vengeance. Here’s what you need
I started Cary’s Corner as a way to educate, entertain, and maybe even make you laugh while learning about lawn care. Let’s be honest—grass, weeds, and soil might not sound thrilling, but when you’ve spent 30+ years battling stubborn wild violets, wrestling with sprinkler systems, and outsmarting crabgrass, you learn a thing or two (and collect plenty of stories along the way).
These blogs break down the what, why, and how of lawn care in a way that’s easy to understand and (hopefully) fun to read. Whether it’s explaining why pulling nutsedge is like giving a haircut to a Chia Pet on steroids, why moles do NOT mean you have grubs, or why your lawn sometimes acts like a rebellious teenager, Cary’s Corner is here to help you laugh while you learn—and remind you that ClassicLawns has your back.
Welcome to Cary’s Corner! A place to learn and laugh about all things lawn care. With 30+ years of experience, I share real-world tips, expert advice, and a little humor along the way. At ClassicLawns, we don’t just grow great grass—we make lawn care fun, too! Scroll through the posts or use the search bar for a specific topic.
Brown Patch is Back – Here’s What to Do 🗓️ Updated July 2025 – Brown Patch is back with a vengeance. Here’s what you need
EARLY SPRING 2011 Mick Jagger sang it, my mom constantly told me and parents everywhere tell their kids daily. You don’t always get what you
Dear Abby…err Cary. Is no one polite anymore? I am probably showing my age with the Dear Abby reference. You young ones Google her. I am going
EARLY SPRING 2012 One day while walking behind my spreader, I had one of those light bulbs over the head ideas. I had been thinking
The Armyworms are Back on Tour I’ve been in lawn care for 33 years. I’d love to tell you I started when I was five
Doctor’s Orders UPDATED – July 2025 Back in high school, I jacked up my shoulder playing baseball. My mom hauled me to the doctor, who