Saturday, May 5, 2007
Summertime, and the lawnin' is easy
I think that this perfect lawn fetish is a suburban guy thing. I've heard many men talk about fertilizer, lime, type of grass seed, manure and other 'earthy' things (I didn't spend much time on that line!). The picture to your left of a green carpet er lawn does not express the views of management...or our lawn. The term turf sounds too majestic given the actual ground under our feet. Can we all say Ground Cover?
Given my wheelchair, I am not able to really do the guy thing and work on the lawn, short of summoning Kids 1&2 to work on the lawn. Yet, when the mulberry tree is in bloom in the front yard, I think that we have the nicest front lawn on the street. The grass isn't great except for what's in the shade, but only my F.O. has a flower bed guarded by gnomes. And the shrubbery (I think of Monty Python's Holy Grail where the order is to cut down shrubbery with a herring...DONG!) we have is trimmed and neat. So any ugly crabgrass is offset by cute-as-a button gnomes. I guess that I can't play in the manly great grass game.
I can participate in the one to the right...burnin' meat over a charcoal fire, of course a manly endeavour. Although here I am charbroiling an innocent marshmallow. I suppose that this activity goes back the cave person's world where I slayed the impala/elk/bear/dinosaur to feed my family...okay that's a stretch. As they say about disabilities, that ability is the root of the prior word, and I am able to burn (I mean 'char') a London Broil with the best of 'em!