Plow Sticks, Deconstructed

Late fall, in the shadow of the fear of snow, sticks pop out along driveways virtually overnight, like those weird fungal mushroom clumps after rain.

These sticks are 3-4 feet high, variously origin-ed (wooden, metal, plastic, composite), plain or painted (fluorescent green, forest green, smokey red, regular yellow, bright yellow, orangey) and all kinds of widths, thicknesses, diameters and degrees of sturdiness (absent tactile testing your guess is as good as mine).

But the real battle here is not between snowplow blade and snowplow stick, no sirree. It's the expansionist plans of the driveway squaring off against the grassy earth. You don't have to be an animist to see the grass is fighting for its very survival.  

Because it's a turf battle, it's a cold war, it's concrete destiny versus the forces of renewable blades and tendrils. The driveway lacks the ability to spontaneously advance on the grass, but the grass knows how to crack any concrete.

When the melt comes there is either going to be gouging mud tracks and exposed worm holes or just the clean edge of driveway, held at bay for another winter by the plow sticks--in whatever form or color.

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