The Weatherman Can

In Memory of Chris Bradley

Photo courtesy of Jason Bradley-Krauss

It was spring when we bought the house across the street from The Weatherman. His lawn was bursting with dahlias and neatly-trimmed boxwoods. The view out our bedroom window was nothing less than perfection. Pulling the curtains open each morning was like revealing a French impressionist painting. I wondered briefly if looking at a lawn like this every day was a blessing or a curse. I…