Why can’t we all just be happy with overgrown weeds in our yard? Some of them are really beautiful.
Mr. Retiree, think of them as wild flowers instead of pesky weeds. No one wants to chop the head off of a wildflower!
It’s astounding that a young, energetic family cannot keep up with a man whose prime was four decades ago, but here we lie in our bed of weeds waving a white flag of surrender. We have jobs, and school, and activities. We have lives to live and simply cannot mow the lawn ever other day, and I would just assume pave my front yard rather than get out there with a pair of steroid laden scissors to manicure the place. You should see my fingernails. If anything is getting a manicure, it’s them!
The bar has been raised to high and I don’t think my non-limbo-ing neighbor will lower it. I wonder what he would do if I hid his mower?
Just a thought…