It's springtime in suburbia and that means the sun is shining and the grass is growing (not the fun kind, just the regular kind). I find myself looking at other peoples' lawns and wondering what it can tell me about them. It's been said that the state of one's lawn is directly related to the state of the home life.
Good Lawn=Happy Family. Bad Lawn=Alcoholic Mommy and Absentee Daddy.
It's a bit more nuanced then that, probably. And it got me wondering if there really is correlation between happiness and a nice lawn. Can your yard really be a window into your soul? My lawn is pretty green, fairly weed free and thick as all get out. I mow it once - twice a week tops. The folks across the street have a scraggley looking lawn, tons of weeds, mow it once a month down to nothing and beat their kids with a tire iron. But that's just a fluke right? What about all these people in fancy subdivisions who pay for lawn service, have immaculate yards but dwell in constant state of depression and angst because they are unable to escape the existential hell of white picket fences and PTA meetings? These are the things I wonder about on sunny suburban days.
Stuff to Listen To: while pondering the connection between your lawn and your soul - The Gandharvas' "First Day Of Spring"
PS. If you live in the city and have no lawn - you are a soulless monster.
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