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Thursday, 5 March 2015

CRAZY GRASS


God & Lawn Care

 
GOD TO ST. FRANCIS:
  Frank, ... You know all about gardens and nature. What in
  the world is going on down there on the planet? What
  happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff
  I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden
  plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand
  drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the
  long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and
  flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of
  colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.

  St. FRANCIS:
  It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites.
  They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to
  great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.

  GOD:
  Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't
  attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod
  worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these
 Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?

  ST. FRANCIS:
  Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it
  and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing
  grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.

  GOD:
  The spring rains and warm weather probably make
  grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
  ST. FRANCIS:
  Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they
  cut it-sometimes twice a week.

  GOD:
  They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?
  ST. FRANCIS:
  Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.

  GOD:
  They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?

  ST. FRANCIS:
  No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.

  GOD:
  Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so
  it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off
  and pay to throw it away?

  ST. FRANCIS:
  Yes, Sir.

  GOD:
  These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer
  when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat.
  That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.
  ST. FRANCIS:
  You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass
  stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay
  more money to water it, so they can continue to mow
  it and pay to get rid of it.

  GOD:
  What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees.
  That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself.
  The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty
  and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to
  the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture
  in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a
  natural cycle of life.
  ST. FRANCIS:
  You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have
  drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they
  rake them into great piles and pay to have them
  hauled away.

  GOD:
  No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and
  tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?

  ST. FRANCIS:
  After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy
  something which they call mulch. They haul it home
  and spread it around in place of the leaves.

  GOD:
  And where do they get this mulch?

  ST. FRANCIS:
  They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.

  GOD:
  Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore.
  St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie
  have you scheduled for us tonight?
  ST. CATHERINE:
  'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a story about....

  GOD:
  Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story
  from St. Francis.


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