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Thursday, April 13, 2006

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sam

I won't pretend that my own yard problems are even close to your own. Through my own procrastination and laziness, I find that having mowed once so far, I really need to rake aggressively and remove all the build up of dead grass and leaves from last fall. I think I'm killing my yard by having allowed the grass to grow up through this patchwork of dead nature.
My mower works fine, and my yard needs to be mowed, and it won't hurt me or the mower. I've just been lazy for so long that I've allowed the job to become much more difficult than it should be.
I should be mowing now, yet you can see what I'm doing instead. But I swear, after this next cartoon, the boys are getting dressed, we're having lunch and going outside. Seriously!

fish

Amazing how are perversions of the natural become rulers of our life. Living in the near 'burbs, our lawn consists of a few small patches of green on each side of the house, yet I resent the efforts required to keep those patches at the "acceptable length". I start to get nauseated when someone describes spending the whole weekend gardening (with a smile on their face). I have had conversations with my mother in-law where she basically said: "When you grow up, you will enjoy gardening. Have to side with Roger Daltry on this one. Hope I die before I get old...

Scott

I should be mowing now, yet you can see what I'm doing instead. But I swear, after this next cartoon, the boys are getting dressed, we're having lunch and going outside. Seriously!

Ah, a man after my own (somewhat lax, in my case) heart. Time much better spent.

I start to get nauseated when someone describes spending the whole weekend gardening (with a smile on their face).

Top Management actually loves gardening, she’s just too unwieldy to do much of it right now. I’m fit as a fiddle (a somewhat unfit and extremely lazy fiddle, admittedly), but I can’t stand gardening. I dig nature. I’d simply rather not dig in nature. I’d really rather it was, you know, natural.

We were driving home from the midwife’s the other day and I looked out across a big all-natural field that had a stream off in the distance and I thought that there’d probably be few things I’d enjoy more than taking a comfy tailgating type o’ folding chair out there with an iPod (if I had an iPod) and listening to music and watching the water tumble by. Vaughan Williams’ Pastoral might be an overly obvious choice, but there ‘tis anyway. Or maybe In a Silent Way. Mmm.

So I was actually thinking of pulling the post down before y’all responded. Upon reading it, Top Management warned me that it wouldn’t be unlike my father-in-law to buy me a new lawn mower, which was certainly not my intent. And just then—before reading this piece, although she’s a regular reader o’ Left of the Dial—my mother-in-law, who’s already in town for the birth of the rather tardy Britney, handed Top Management a check for this year’s lawn care. Said she was trying to figure out what’d make a good baby present and realized that there’s little we need more than to have our yard taken care of for us.

Unbelievably sweet and oh so correct. Moreover, it’s got the added benefit of being a baby gift for the neighbors as well. And if that takes some of the joy out of it for me, well, so be it.

Oh, and in case anyone’s wondering, the neighbors have also been hoping I’ll get a new cherryburst or honeyburst Les Paul. Just so’s you know.

Becky

We stopped mowing the lawn because there are better things to do, especially on a farm. But it didn't stop passing neighbors from making comments that our patch looked rather like a wildlife preserve.

When lo and behold it turned into one. We have about 10 nesting pairs of meadowlarks, and aren't surprised anymore when visitors look around startled upon hearing the so-melodious-it-sounds-fake song and say, "I haven't heard a meadowlark in years." Well, if they didn't scalp their lawns and then drench them in chemicals, and gnash teeth over every dandelion, they might have some too.

So the meadowlarks make a dandy excuse now : )

Steve the LLamabutcher

Hey, and here I am, I've got a full tank of gas, and some free time to spare tomorrow morning (or any other time that works with Top Management). I draw the line at wearing livery, though.

Steve the LLamabutcher

Sheep? Maybe, but I think goats might be more efficient. That way you could skip the stratocaster and go straight for a banjo.......

fish

Steve's got an inflatable sheep he will loan you...

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