The grass is always greener... on the other side of my lawn

When I first became a home owner I was quite proud of my big, beautiful green yard.  Year two, I had a few dandelions in that yard but no sweat, after a week they were gone.  Last year there was quite a bit of green and gold in the front but it was a Super Bowl year for the Pack, So I played it off as supporting our team.  This year, I need a machete.

Never knew you needed spray to keep the weeds away or how much time, energy and greenbacks it took to keep a nice green space.   Not that your average formula for lawn care is very green in the Al Gore sense.  Just read the back of the bottle if you can handle that many syllables.

So why do we do it?  Or why do I do it?  Well, it's hard to be the only guy in your cul of the de sac with a field of weeds.  Few are they so brave withstand the societal, neighborhoodal and spousal pressure to assimilate.  Is resistance futile?

Perhaps they are but the front runners of a future trend.   Maybe someday we'll put our pesticides away and learn to desegregate the dandelions from the daisies.  Maybe someday we'll save the water from our sprinklers and hoses and put that money to better use.  Maybe mowing twice a week isn't the answer.  Maybe we can finally turn our plowshares into swords.

And maybe... just maybe I need to reconsider the title of this post.  Maybe the grass is truly greener on my side.  Crabgrass, that is.