Saturday, June 11, 2005

Long Grass
I hesitate to venture into the back yard. Since the yard man's equipment went wrong, vegetation yelled, "Whoopie!" and leaped for the moon. Gigantic weeds, huge, evil green grasping things reach out to seize my ankles as I steer Pork Chop around her little potty experience. Squash plants overnight grow as high as my head. This isn't right. It's only June 11.
I suppose I could do a Dan maneuver. He so thoroughly napalmed all green things in the Netzer yard that when at last he changed course and planted a few flowers, those flowers began to wither as soon as he turned his back. The question being, which is less desirable; out-of-control veg or bare dirt? Summer in the south. Absent rigorous discipline of mower and weed whacker, one may only choose an extreme.

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Updated: Saturday, June 11, 2005 10:40 AM

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