Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Dear retired neighbor with the perfect lawn,
I know that the dandelions and Creeping Charlie in my front yard must be a constant source of frustration to you. Your yard is a lovely green carpet, weed free and perfectly manicured, while mine is a patchy hillside of weeds with a terrible erosion problem.
I am sure that it's worse for you since you are now a groundskeeper at a local golf course. I mean, it's your job to make lawns look healthy and beautiful. And you do a great job.
But I must tell you that I don't really feel all that bad about your pain for one reason:
when my children were small and took naps, on most nice summer days I would leave the window open so my darling baby could sleep in his crib, comfortable and happy, with a fresh gentle breeze wafting in.
And then you would fire up that godforsaken leaf blower. To blow the all-but-invisible leaves off your yard and driveway into the street. I can't tell you how many times I had to close the window and soothe an infant back to sleep because his peaceful slumber was disturbed by the 150-decibel roar of that miserable machine. And I cursed you and your incredibly anal retentive ways, even though I, too, have my issues in that vein.
But today, as I dug up some of the dandelions in my yard (to make you think I was at least making an effort), I was secretly thinking that if this was some kind of karma, I really like it.
Here's hoping for a nice breeze early next week to blow all of my little white seeds over into your yard. And you're welcome.
the flower child across the street