Mysteries of suburbia
In general, I think that Americans' obsession with a shorn, uniform lawn is a bizarre thing. People tend to clip the grass so close that in the summers it withers and dries out, and in the winters the earth is exposed. People spend so much time on their patches of grass, if my neighbors are any measure of it. One of the most slap-your-forehead stories I heard is this: My ex's family, who used to live in Dallas, TX, lived in a place with a HomeOwner's Association. Apparently, if a person did not keep their grass cut short enough, the HOA would send a mower over to mow their lawn, and then bill them. It being Dallas, the short-short lawns all fried in the summers...when the lawn maintenance businesses in the area (who mowed the short-short lawns and edged and weed-whacked and dumped pesticides and herbicides and fertilizers) would then come and PAINT THE (dead) GRASS GREEN for them.
All that said, I understand a bit more why people may enjoy going out to mow the lawn, if they are stuck in a cubicle all day, away from the sun and outdoors and any green things. But seriously, people. Seriously. Let's make butterfly gardens a national love instead. Or rent out sheep or alpacas for grazing.
All that said, I understand a bit more why people may enjoy going out to mow the lawn, if they are stuck in a cubicle all day, away from the sun and outdoors and any green things. But seriously, people. Seriously. Let's make butterfly gardens a national love instead. Or rent out sheep or alpacas for grazing.