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OK - whilst you amused yourselves with online chatter I just finished mowing my lawn.
I hate mowing the lawn. Even piling up all the glass clippings and knowing they'll be the compost of the future is little consolation. When we used to have someone come and do it every other week they mowed our flowers (even when told 3x not to). Their predecessor also had disdain for flora.
So take my warning as advice:
- Never Fertilize your lawn.
- Never Water your lawn.
Both of these will only make it grow faster and that will only cause you to have to mow it more often. WTF would you want to do that?
That might apply. My male greyhound Bacchus gets 'clingy' whenever a thunderstorm develops. He's from a racing kennel in Florida, so we think he had a traumatic experience at some point related to a tropical storm or hurricane.
'Clingy' means you have an 80 pound, 30 inch tall dog leaning on you who has a case of the shakes and is whining(*).
(*) Bacchus, the Greek and Roman god of, er, whine. We named him before we knew he didn't bark, he just whines.
Admittedly, within the limits of potential frosts, you can grow or not grow whatever you want anywhere you want - but I do like that I can plant a garden and once the produce gets through its smaller stages it will b e watered by the heavens throughout the spring, summer, and early fall. And spring here is a beautiful thing = trees in white and pink and green. As is usual in life, there's no real free ride - whatever you get you had to give.
To show some sort of solidarity, however, I have an every growing (indoor) cactus garden - all started from seeds. Even a few succulents, although the seeds from those are so small and the seedlings so tiny and frail that I've only been able to keep a few percent alive. There's something fascinating in the desert-adapted plants.
I try to do that, but I can't for some reason. That's weird because normally I make all kinds of mistakes and walk away and forget things and such because I can't STOP thinking about those types of things. But I just can't do it while cutting the grass for some reason. I tend more towards running around in mental circles worrying about whether I should be worrying about something.
The riding mower croaked last year and I couldn't afford to replace it so I had to get a walker. And you really come to appreciate technology when that happens. And of course not only are you walking, but each pass is close to half as wide, so you walk twice as far as you were riding before. And once it warms up, by the time I'm done I will be literally dangerously overheated.
Even piling up all the glass clippings and knowing they'll be the compost of the future is little consolation.
But even that is a hassle. Aside from the fact that glass clippings don't make good compost, even grass clippings tend to squish down into impermeable layers that impede composting. I find I have to keep on breaking up the layer, week after week, until it finally breaks down.