I wish my lawn would stay at its current height. It should just freeze and stay as is. It would be nature’s version of Mrs. Havisham.
You may be wondering why I want to overturn the rules of nature.
First off, let me say I do appreciate nature. I love to hike. I enjoy seeing the trees in bloom in the Spring and the colorful leaves of the Fall.
But I hate mowing the lawn.
Don’t think I’m lazy.
I’m really, really not. It’s just I hate mowing the lawn.
By the way, there are plenty of chores I don’t mind doing. I’ve told you multiple times of my odd affinity for food shopping. I don’t mind making the bed. Washing the dishes is no big deal. Vacuuming lets me escape into my own thoughts.
Clearly, I’m domesticated.
Yet ever since I was a teen, I have not liked mowing the lawn. I blame the lawnmower. I know the saying a poor craftsman blames the tool. However, before you leave me with that title, listen to the facts.
Back then, the lawnmower and I were engaged in a perpetual battle. I had to yank the cord multiple times before the lawnmower would turn on. Then while mowing, the lawnmower would go off. For no apparent reason!
Every time the lawnmower went off, I had to walk it to the pavement and go through the process of starting it once again. Why did I walk it to the pavement? Well, the lawnmower would not start on the lawn. Can that be any more ironic?
I think the lawnmowers know how much I hated using them. And therefore, every lawnmower my family had over the years gave me this issue.
My permanently calloused hands remind me of these former battles.
Now that you know my history, you must be able to understand why I hate mowing the lawn.
But, wait there’s more (no, I don’t mean ginsu knives).
At the risk of sounding like a whiny kid with all this complaining, and I know there is nothing worse than sounding like a whiny kid except if you are a whining adult, I’ll go on.
Mowing the lawn is boring. I find it so boring that I rush through in order to finish as fast as possible.
In addition to that, our lawn has brown spots where lawn should be. When we first moved in, I tried planting seed. When it didn’t work the first year, I tried again the second year. When it didn’t work the second year, I grumbled and tried to forget about it.
So, I spend an hour of my time mowing the lawn, and in the end, it still doesn’t look particularly good. It’s like putting a suit on a pig. Nice suit but still a pig.
Here’s my wish: the lawn would just stay short. The height of the lawn could stay petrified like astroturf.
You know how when you see a young person who you haven’t seen in a while you’re always surprised at how much they’ve grown? It’s as if you expect to see their height stay frozen in time.
My lawn could take the place of those young children. People could walk by my house and think, “Wow this lawn hasn’t changed a bit.” Wouldn’t that be comforting?
My brown patched lawn would provide stability. That is something I could be proud of.
P.S. What chores would you like to avoid?
I think I see field turf in your future. Actually, that sounds like a really good idea, I think I’ll order a roll as well!
Field turf sounds like a good idea to me!
There is a dwarf grass out there that only grows like 1/2″ a year, and it grows sideways. You only have to mow like once a year. I would sell my first born for that grass! Okay, maybe not… but I’d love that grass! Mr. T mows our yard and I man the weedeater… I dread the day he finally moves out and I have to mow. I did it a few weeks ago so he could have weedeater practice (as he’s been hired by my parents to maintain their yard) and man did I hate mowing! I couldn’t wait to get my weed eater back! 🙂
Get me that grass (not that kind)! Now, I know what I want for fathers day.
Too bad we don’t live closer. I like mowing the lawn a lot, but I’m liking cooking less and less each day. So I could mow, Mrs. MMK could cook (she likes that, right?) and you could do the food shopping. And inter-faith commune, of sorts.
(We’d just send my husband to work to make more money.)
What an awsome idea! So, when you moving East?
I just have to say that I love how you connect Mrs. Havisham with a non-growing lawn. I think my Husband will be happy to have a desert landscaped yard when we move back to AZ so that he can be free from the mower (although I would like a small grassy area so he won’t be totally free and clear from that job).
Good to hear from you. I was just thinking that your first year is almost up – I’m sure that will make for a good – and very long – post.
I’m glad you appreciated the literary connection.
So, maybe my family and I should consider AZ too.
Yes, it has been a very long year. I am happy to say I have a teaching job and we will be moving back to AZ where we have family and friends.
Perhaps you can convince your family to remove the grass lawn and put in a sand and rock zen garden – might be easier than moving to the desert.
Are you from AZ? I hope it is a good move. Glad you landed a job.
Sand and rock zen garden – sounds cool.
I hate, no make that HATE doing the dishes. I’ll gladly trade you mowing the lawn for doing the dishes.
It’s a deal!
We have a friend in Phillie (we live in Cali) who said he would gladly fly my husband out to have him mow the lawn for him. That’s how badly he hates mowing the lawn.
Are you sure you’re not him?
I am from Philly. This must be my long lost twin.
My flower beds are slowly – ever so slowly – taking over the lawn…. centimeter by centimeter over the years. I wonder if it’s my subconscious way of getting rid of our lawn rather than my conscious way of increasing my flower beds. Maybe you could go out each night and increase your wife’s flower beds so by the end of the summer you have no lawn to mow, haha!
I love this idea! Brilliant