“A lawn is nature under totalitarian rule.”

The sun was here earlier but has since disappeared. We have that partially clouded forecast which I always contend should be partially sunny, just for the sake of optimism. It will be in the 70’s.

My leg still hurts to the touch but is getting better. Yesterday I bemoaned my fate. The deck is still in its winter mode. My lawn needs to be cut. Nala’s holes in the yard need filling before I fall to China. My deck is still covered with debris from the pine trees. I have yet to buy my flowers and herbs for the deck pots. I am very far behind my usual springtime. I guess I need to bite the bullet and start getting ready for summer.

My father was a lawn man. He did plant a few flowers in the small front garden, mostly pansies and marigolds, but his efforts were on the lawn. He used a hand mower, always. I can still close my eyes and hear the click click of the mower as my father moved up and down the lawn in a pattern, the same pattern every time. Saturday was yard day. I think it was the universal yard day in my neighborhood. All the fathers were out with mowers and rakes. I remember the scratching sound of the rakes as the cut grass was cleared. My father clipped around the perimeters of the garden, the grass and the fir trees on the side lawn. I remember him on his knees using the metal clipper which looked like scissors, big scissors. My father had a round sprinkler which made a squishing sound as it turned. He moved it all over the yard so everything was watered. My father was proud of his lawn.

The dogs love being in the yard. They are out so long I go and check on them. I remember when Gracie jumped the fence so I get a bit nervous. Henry can’t jump that high, but I’m not sure about Nala. She is small and athletic and feisty enough to jump to spite me.

Sunday is the quiet day. I can only hear birds sounds and the rustling of the leaves on the trees in the backyard when the wind blows. Henry does his barking inside the house. Nala seldom barks. I guess she figures Henry is loud enough for both of them. She’s right.

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10 Comments on ““A lawn is nature under totalitarian rule.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    This morning my better half and I went out for breakfast before the church crowd showed up and while the temperature was a bit cooler. I haven’t had my traditional eggs over easy, bacon, hash brown potatoes, and toast. It was outrageously expensive but worth it. Every restaurant is raising their prices to keep up with the inflation. We then walked around Costco to exercise off breakfast and pick up a supply of TP. One can never have enough TP.

    Sunny skies with a predicted high of 104° outside, or 40°C which sounds cooler. 🙂 Later this afternoon I might get into the pool, but the AC inside feels wonderful.

    After WWII, all our fathers who returned home bought houses with lawns. Having a lawn that looked like a golf green was their pride and joy. My father would spend Saturday mornings mowing with his gas mower, edging with his electric edger, and ridding the shrub beds of weeds on his hands and knees. It was his form of exercise. I hire people to keep my grass and yard trimmed.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I could eat that breakfast. It sounds just like one I’d order. I do switch to sausage or even chouriço or linguiçaevery now and then. Both are available at my local breakfast place. My favorite meal to eat out is breakfast.

      I’m laughing at the TP comment. I store paper towels and TP in the cellar. I thought I had a huge supply of paper towels so I ordered more TP. I went down the cellar only to find I have more TP than I need for months. I only have 2 rolls of paper towels.

      My father had all hand grades tools. Even much later, he still preferred his push mower. He got it sharpened every year. I gave him a rechargeable clippers one Father’s Day. He used it as he was getting older though I still think he liked the hand clippers he’d had for years.

      I also hire people.

      • Bob Says:

        Hi Kat,

        I’m not a big sausage fan. What’s linguicaevery or chouirico?

        One can never have enough TP. Remember in the winter of 2020 when there was a run on TP. That scare was fake news from a right wing website that reported that all TP is made in China. 🙁

        My father had to use power gardening tools because our lot was about 110 feet across the front and went back about 100 ft. to the allyway. The house contained maybe 2,000 sq. ft. total including a front two car garage with a paved driveway.

      • katry Says:

        Hi Bob,
        You definitely won’t like chouriço or linguiça as both are different sorts of sausages, quite different from the sausages we usually eat. They are both Portuguese sausages. We grill them in the summer, and they are delicious. Kielbasa is a Polish sausage we also have grilled. My neighbors usually have Brazilian sausages when I visit. Seldom do I have the old regular sausages when there are so many choices.

      • Bob Says:

        I’ve had kielbasa and other link sausages. Some are very good as long as they’re not too peppery. What I’m not fond of are the run of the mill, breakfast sausage patties, such as Jimmy Dean.

      • katry Says:

        The place where I like to have breakfast makes their own breakfast sausage. It is filled with wonderful herbs, none of them hot.

  2. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I wish your leg would heal soon.In the Summer, on weekends danish from the bakery was our breakfast. I never liked breakfast and still don’t. Biting the bullet reminds me of song.
    Take care,
    Lori and Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      Breakfast is my favorite meal to eat at a restaurant. I don’t make it at home; instead, in the mornings I always have coffee and lately a banana which I share with the dogs.

      They told me six weeks before it is completely healed. I too wish it would heal sooner.

  3. lilydark Says:

    I found the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_RZxtbHr_U

    I forgot to say, that my dad was not a lawn man. In front of our house, he used ceder chips, pebbles, a bridge, sort of a version of a Japanese garden. The neighbors were not pleased.
    So be it.
    Take Care,
    Lori and Ms. Cooke

    • katry Says:

      Lori,
      Great job finding that song. I never heard it before this.

      My father took a great deal of pride in his lawn. When they moved to a different house, he put flowers in the front garden and in the window boxes. The house looked great.


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