Yard Work

A glorious morning in quiet suburbia. The immaculate lawns glistening emerald with morning dew. Edged to perfection and not a weed in sight of the ordinary split-levels that litter the street. All the flowers are in boxes or planters. All is as it should be.
Then there's my yard.
Oh yes. I'm that neighbor.
I was the child that kicked the puffs of seeds to see how far they would float. Right over the fence into your yard.
I keep the weeds mowed... I do. I lop off the dandelion heads as soon as they pop up high enough. I think they're pretty. A sprinkling of yellow in my grass. Except for that cluster of tulips that stand alone in my lawn. I have no idea how they got there. But they're pretty too, so I leave them.
i try to be courteous and pick the seed pods before they bloom. I try to contain the neighborhood hazard.
I could get fertilizer and weedkiller and all that jazz.
But then I would have a patch of dirt. Do you have any idea how much sod costs?
Oh, yes. I'm that neighbor.
More weeds than grass. Yappy dogs. Flowers in a patch, not a box.
College student. Homework before yard care.
Savages.
Living with my single mom. Spring cleaning before tree trimming.
Savages!
If I have time this summer I'll de-weed the lawn. Maybe.
Or maybe I'll learn to decorate cakes instead.