Showing posts from April 27, 2008

It must be spring.

Ah yes. The gentle warming breeze. The sound of lawnmowers off in the distance. And in our neighbourhood, the distinct smell of lawn chemicals applied by the truckload. Yes, it's spring in Salt Lake City, where, apparently, people have lawns, but don't maintain them themselves. Rather they prefer to pay someone to mow, clip, trim, fumigate and aerate them on a regular basis. Ok I pay for aeration, but otherwise, I try to look after my own lawn in the same way that Paula tends to the flower beds. Quite why you'd have a garden and pay someone to maintain it for you is a mystery to me.