I could use my front yard as a dinner salad

The weather right now is fairly damp, here at the official onset of summer. Our front yard's grass has been green and peppered with dandelion leaves and blossoms. Although, come to think on it, the dandelions haven't puffballed yet. Hmm.

All throughout this past winter, my little lawn stayed an unholy shade of green under the snow drifts, but remained fairly short. No need to break out the lawn mower and rake when there's three feet of snow outside your front door. But it's late June now and the grass is growing tall again... It's a silent pissing contest; which of us can go the longest before they cave in and mow the damn lawn?

I lose all the time. Yes. I'm a keeping-up-with-the-Joneses Nagging Nancy. In fact, or rather, I can't keep up with these Joneses... they've got roses, real ones. I've got dandelions.

But I'm saving those for a salad.

I mean come on, look at it... it's the size of a friggin' postage stamp. That lawn ain't nothin'!

Oh salad! You so crazy!

But then, there's the lawn mower.

Old. Decrepit. Maybe even broken but it still turns on, so...

When we moved here, I thought "okay, that lawn's not so big. He'll definitely be able for it."

I forgot he's 6'4''. The lawnmower handlebars only come up so far as his knees. Bending over to mow the lawn hurts his back.

Well, bending over to vacuum the floor twinges mine. As does cleaning the bathtub and toilet.

But it isn't as if I can't give mowing a go every once in a while. Or maybe I can convince my neighbor that while he's mowing his postage stamp, he can mow ours at the same time too. I mean, it's right there and as long as he's there, why not? He can even have some lawn greens for his dinner salad.


 This week's writing prompt at Studio30+ is "The grass is growing tall again."

They get gawked at at home, why not here too?

I love going to the market square on Saturdays. Where else can you get whiskey flavored fudge, 7 donuts made right in front of you for £1, and hear a couple of buskers perform an acoustic version of Ke$ha's TiK ToK?  Those boys rocked that song without AutoTune. It was a nice thing to chuckle about...THEY WERE SO EARNEST! If I'd had spare change, I'd've given it to them. Le sigh.

But I don't go to the market square to just buy stuff; I go because it's something to do on a Saturday and it's usually free or cheap entertainment. Because the entertainment comes in the form of the locals...