tim’s thought property

Have you ever had the pleasure of mowing the lawn for the first time of the season? You know when spring temperatures warm up enough to go outdoors without a sweater, and the rains hold of long enough to cut the grass, which by this time is tall enough to be considered a shrub? Well, I was the one in the house deemed lucky enough to be the first to mow, and have played the somewhat unofficial lawn caretaker ever since the middle of May.

Well, the first time I went to cut the lawn, everything was going smooth, until I got to the backyard. For a while, we had a small planter with some chives growing in it, every year. This year, I was surprised to see a horde of green grass shoots amidst my little onions. I stared at it for a while, scratched my head, then went on mowing the rest of the lawn. When I was finished, I returned with the weed-whacker, and stared some more at the newly unified plants. I then started triming the grass parts that I could, and was soon greeted by the scent of onions. Hmmm. This isn’t working. And these chives are making me desire an omelette right about now. As these thoughts passed through my head, I realized that I mowed down most of the chives anyway, so I walked away, smelling of grass clippings and garden salad.

Since that time, I’ve been faced with the crab apples from the neighbour’s tree, falling into the yard. These are just begininng to ripen, so I wager in a few weeks time, they will be ripe with rot, leaving a mushy and smelly surprise when the mower comes to greet them. If only one of the seven lazy ant colonies from the front yard would visit the back yard to remove these apples for me. Then I wouldn’t roll my eyes so much when I mow their anthills and they run out all in confusion. If they removed the apples for me, that would give them something constructive to do, instead of nest and destroy the lawn.

Observe.