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Thursday, June 9, 2016
Sunday, June 5, 2016
PEACOCK DIES
The
lawn needed cutting, he knew that much. But the power mower hasn’t worked since
’97 ( but, good enough to keep on-board, in case of crisis).
The push mower is
older, much older, and I’m soaking it in oil, as we speak, because I can’t urge
a squeak out of it’s old tired rustiness. The blades just froze tight, so it’ll
be awhile...
Meantime,
the lawn will have to wait for it’s fate with the mower. But the lawn don’t
stand still for that. It just yawned, and, pushed on. The Lawn “pushes on”,
‘til you tend it, or it dies.
Whichever comes first…
I
lucked-out on the drought, though.
Not
that I was wishin’ it on the state, or the economy, or the habitats, for that
matter. But for my particular purposes, it was perfect. A perfect patch of
brown…
The
lawn wanted to be some foamy loam, fertile, rich, green… greener than a
peacock’s feather. But what one wants
is not part of the equation. If there were an equation…the peacock would die.
And
that’s where the water district comes in. The district controls the equation on your water usage and can shut you off, just like that. So don’t go planning on some sod,
cause you'll get caught, and it will be a sad day.
Needless to say that’s just theory and a lack of hydration is a fact. Under
these conditions, what else can one do, but pray for rain?
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