Over lunch with a good friend today, the topic of lawn care came up. Now my friend has a great looking lawn. He's invested a significant amount of money and manpower into growing a well manicured, thriving lawn. He's even won a few gardening awards and his lawn's been in the newspaper and a few magazines. But as much as he brags about his lawn, he also complains equally about all the work and time it takes.
Growing up, I've always hated mowing the lawn. The only chore worse than mowing the lawn was feeding the hogs. I never understood the need to cut grass; it's not like it grows up any more than a few inches. It seems such a waste to spend all that time and work watering, tilling, fertilizing to make grass grow, then turn around and cut it all back down! What a waste of time and money! And I'm not a big fan of those golf course lawns either. I like my grass soft and natural looking, not carpet looking.
I wonder sometimes what kind of lawn I'd like to have should I ever venture out to buy a home. I know I won't like mowing the lawn; maybe I'll get a goat to eat the lawn. Of course, that means I'll probably have to pick up after the goat. Perhaps I'll put in a rock lawn instead. Or maybe I should get some Astroturf and just hose down the fake lawn when it gets dirty. Better yet, why not pay someone else to cut the lawn for me? Thankfully, I don't have to worry about lawn care right now. The apt staff does a great job of maintenance on the grass and trees and shrubs. At this point, the only grass I'd like to work on is the kind that hangs on the hips of a dancing Polynesian girl.