I mowed grass today, for the third time this season. I'm not proud of that, but we've had a wet May and my yard holds water. I timed it perfectly, because when I finished mowing, it started raining.
I don't have a lawn in the traditional suburban sense. I have a mixed-grass pasture. The Bahia was going to seed and was nearly knee-deep in places. It used to drive the HOAS crazy. When I moved here 20-something years ago, we had an HOA. I and some like-minded neighbors decided to ignore the sonsofbitches and see if they could make their treats work. They had no heart for conflict and folded up like a cheap pocketknife.
I'm not opposed to mowing grass, you understand, I am opposed to rutting up my yard. I raised beef cattle for 20 years and know that the proper use for good grass is feeding beef. I don't object to keeping a lawn, I am just baffled that anyone cares.
Tomorrow I'll break out the weed eater and trim around the culverts, then go to Popeye's. Belle has a yearning for fried chicken.
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