Monday, June 16, 2008

What To Do?

Through no fault of our own, our lawn this year is rather healthy. We are required to mow it frequently or it takes over the world. And it is actually green. Sigh. It's not that I don't like green grass...I just don't expect it in my yard. And I hate taking care of it. (Or rather, paying a kid to take care of it, or bugging my husband to take care it of it, cuz I don't do lawn mowing.) But here is the real rub -- we now fit in on our street. Ouch. That's what I think. I derive a certain kind of embarrassed yet tickled pink pleasure from thwarting our neighbors' efforts at perfection. Sad, I know. But I'm just sick that way.

My do I now fight conformity? Scott is not on board with putting a pumpkin patch in the front yard. Party pooper. So what? While I was pondering what I could put in my front lawn (pink flamingos...grave stones...picket signs with naughty phrases...) I realized I was fighting conformity for the sake of fighting conformity. Is this the proper method? Shouldn't I have a reason, or a motivation to express myself, or something more noble than a "stick my tongue out at all you hard working lawn Nazis?" Hmmm.

Big metal pumpkins? The leaning tower of dirty diapers? I'd go with zeroscaping, but that is expensive. Signs about ADHD? Or maybe just a big tongue?


  1. I couldn't help laughing at this post dear. You know that deep, deep down inside you actually like conformity.

    Or not. hehe. Anyways, you reminded me of a funny thing I saw not too long ago that doesn't have too much to do with your green grass sitch, but it's definitely one way to stick it to the neighbors. :)

  2. I remember that story! But not quite what I was going for.