Every winter, the snow plows destroy the front edge of our lawn. Some years are worse than others. The damage this past winter was particularly egregious. Maybe that’s because this was the winter that my husband gave up trying to protect said lawn from said plows. In the past he’s planted white metal rods tipped with a bit of fluorescent paint, at the edge of the lawn to telegraph to the snow plow drivers that there was, indeed, a lawn under the snow. It worked, nominally, but there was still a mess to clean up every spring.
If it was just a question of re-seeding, Andrew might have hung in there, but even that turns into the project from hell once you factor in the need to water twice a day. And the reality is, re-seeding alone doesn’t do the trick, because instead of sloping gently down to meet the asphalt, there’s a shorn off strip of lawn that is several inches high. How do you plant grass seed on a vertical expanse?
Here’s a picture of this year’s mess.
I decided enough was enough and called the town to ask them to put in a curb at our address. The Town Engineer told me that they would love to put in a curb—the next time road work was being done on my street. However, that work is scheduled three years in advance and my road is not on the plan, nor is it likely to get on the next three-year plan either.
“We’d be happy if you’d put in a curb yourself,” he said, “as long as you use one of our authorized contractors.”
Why would the town like me to put in a curb? Because then I would be beautifying their property. It seems that we don’t actually own the bit of lawn that meets the road. I’m not sure what the exact measurement of the easement is (I don’t even know if I’m using the word easement correctly), but I do know that the town insists that the curb be set much further back towards the house than where the lawn meets the road today.
This will not be an inexpensive job. Aside from putting in the curb itself, the road will have to be patched to connect it to the new curb. I asked the Town Engineer, “If we do it ourselves, will the town pay for putting down new road?”
“I doubt it,” he said. Really? I know we don’t own the road. If the town is dictating how the job must be done, doesn’t it seem fair that they put some skin in the game? I ask that knowing full well that they have us by the proverbial short you-know-whats. If we want to keep our property from being damaged annually by the snow plows, we need to put our money where their maws go.
We’ve arranged to have the work done and I’ll be dogging the contractor every step of the way to make sure we don’t give up one iota of lawn that we don’t absolutely have to, and in the end, I’m sure it will be a massive improvement over what you see above. Our pretty property deserves a more appealing curb.
But I’m going to ask the contractor to bill separately for the road work so I can continue the discussion with the town. I know times are tough, and the town doesn’t have spare money, but there’s a principle at stake here. If this is something they’d pay for if they were working in the neighborhood, don’t you think they should reimburse us? Please let me know before I make a fool of myself tilting at a windmill.