It hasn’t rained here in over a month – no exaggeration. Our grass is beyond dormant, it just looks completely dead. I would hope that people would refrain from smoking anywhere near our yard because it just may go up in flames.
It’s become obvious that there are two types of people in our neighborhood; those who water their lawn and those who don’t. We are obviously of the latter group.
Of the former, there are the people who smugly sit in their houses while their sprinkler system waters the lawn and gardens and those who run around their yard moving hoses. There’s an occasional elderly man whose sole mission in life is to keep the grass alive by standing there and watering it with the hose. Incidentally, if that becomes my sole mission in life, it’s pretty much over.
My mother’s hairdresser, who lives in our neighborhood, was complaining about the apathy of people these days, citing “those who don’t water their lawns” as being loathsome people. Ouch. I asked her not to tell him that my lawn looks pretty trashy and I’m one of those undesirables too. However, his announcement didn’t encourage me to run out there with the sprinkler to save my reputation.
You know what they say about Michigan…if you don’t like the weather, wait 24 hours. It should start raining any day now and the grass will grow back. Then we’ll be in the green grass crowd again.