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"Winterize your lawn," the big sign outside the garden store 
commanded. I've fed it, watered it, mowed it, raked it and watched a 
lot of it die anyway.  Now I'm supposed to winterize it?  I hope it's 
too late.  Grass lawns have to be the stupidest thing we've  come up 
with outside of thong swimsuits!  We constantly battle dandelions, 
Queen Anne's lace, thistle, violets, chicory and clover that thrive 
naturally, so we can grow grass that must be nursed through an annual 
four-step chemical dependency. 

Imagine the conversation The Creator might have with St. Francis about 
this: 


"Frank you know all about gardens and nature.  What in the world is 
going on down there in the Midwest?  What happened to the dandelions, 
violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago?  I had a perfect, 
no-maintenance garden plan.  Those plants grow in any type of soil, 
withstand drought and multiply with abandon.  The nectar from the 
long-lasting blossoms attracted butterflies, honey bees and flocks of 
songbirds.  I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now.  But all 
I see are these green rectangles." 


"It's the tribes that settled there, Lord.  The Suburbanites.  They 
started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great extent to 
kill them and replace them with grass." 


"Grass?  But it's so boring.  It's not colorful.  It doesn't attract 
butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms.  It's 
temperamental with temperatures.  Do these Suburbanites really want 
all that grass growing there?" 


"Apparently so, Lord.  They go to great pains to grow it and keep it 
green.  They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any 
other plant that crops up in the lawn." 


"The spring rains and cool weather probably make grass grow really 
fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy." 


"Apparently not, Lord.  As soon as it grows a little, they cut it - 
sometimes twice a week." 


"They cut it?  Do they then bale it like hay?" 


"Not exactly, Lord.  Most of them rake it up and put it in bags." 


"They bag it?  Why?  Is it a cash crop?  Do they sell it?" 


"No, sir.  Just the opposite.  They pay to throw it away." 


"Now let me get this straight.  They fertilize grass so it will grow. 
And when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?" 


"Yes, sir." 


"These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on 
the rain and turn up the heat.  That surely slows the growth and saves 
them a lot of work." 


"You aren't going believe this Lord.  When the grass stops growing so 
fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can 
continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it." 


"What nonsense!  At least they kept some of the trees.  That was a 
sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself.  The trees grow leaves 
in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer.  In the 
autumn they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep 
moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes.  Plus, as they 
rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil.  It's a natural 
circle of life." 


"You better sit down, Lord.  The Suburbanites have drawn a new 
circle.  As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles 
and have them hauled away." 


"No!  What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the 
winter and keep the soil moist and loose?" 


"After throwing away your leaves, they go out and buy something they 
call mulch.  They haul it home and spread it around in place of the 
leaves." 


"And where do they get this mulch?" 


"They cut down trees and grind them up." 


"Enough!  I don't want to think about this anymore.  Saint 
Catherine, you're in charge of the arts.  What movie have you 
scheduled for us tonight?" 


"Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It's a real stupid movie about..." 


"Never mind I think I just heard the whole story." 

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