Less Lawn and More Garden: part two
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One of GTG's followers sent this story below that circles the internet in regards to the posting of Less Lawn and More Garden: part one on GTG's Blog and the topic related GTG Video Mowing Down the Lawn in July of 2013. The conversation is made up and the dialogue is between God and St. Francis. I injected the fact about Lightening and the point that plastic bags are made from oil. There are several stated facts throughout that are very true and at first you may wish to chuckle, but then a realization sets in... We need less lawn and more gardens!
God asked, "Francis, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the universe is going on down there on Earth? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds that 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 attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. All I see are green rectangles."
Saint Francis replied, “It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.”
“Grass is just one color,” stated God. “Grass doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. Grass is very sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?”
“Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow grass and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass with chemicals and poisoning any other plant that grows in the lawn.”
“Now I know the spring rains and warm weather will make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.”
“Apparently not, Lord. Once the grass grows a little, they cut it.” St. Francis paused before continuing, “Sometimes twice a week with obnoxiously loud, smokey and smelly machines.”
“Surely they then bale the grass like hay and make other use of the crop?”
“Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake the grass up and put it in bags made from oil, they call the bags plastic.”
“Then what do they make of the bagged grass?”
“They pay to throw it away.”
“Oh I cannot imagine this non logical act,” God proclaimed. “Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass with chemicals so it will grow. With that alone I am sadden by the fact that with all their science, they don’t know that a Lightening storm naturally fertilizes all living plants. With that alone the grass will be green, just not a dark green. Sad that green alone is not good enough and they want a richer green... And when the grass grows, they cut it down and pay to throw the grass away. Did I go wrong somewhere Francis?”
“No, my Lord, they just think that they are smarter than what they really are.”
Well, at least my Suburbanites are relieved in the summer when less rain falls and the temperatures increase. That surely slows the growth of grass, thus saving them much work, hard earned currency and resources.”
“Lord,” St. Francis said softly. “When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water the grass, so they can continue to cut the grass and pay to get rid of the grass.”
“Francis that is nonsense... Well, at least they kept some of the trees. Trees are a genius process that allows leaves to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground to form a natural blanket, thus keep moisture in the soil and degrade to provide nutrients to all living plants and all new growth.”
“Lord, I am truly sorry to say this,” Francis hesitated. “The Suburbanites have created a new process outside of the genius realm. When the leaves fall, they rake and collect them into great piles.”
“Oh Myself! Then what?”
“They pay to have the leaves hauled away.”
“Oh this is a sad turn to the natural order of life. How do they protect the plant’s roots in the winter? What replaces the nourishment for the soil?”
“After throwing away the leaves, they buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.”
“I do not remember creating this mulch. Where do my people get this from?”
St. Francis didn’t want to answer that question, so he rapidly spilled out the words, “They cut down trees and grind them up to make mulch.”
“I don't want to hear about this anymore. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us?”
“Oh Lord, the movie is called,” Saint Catherine hesitated. Then with a soft voice she said, “Dumb and Dumber. The story is about...”
“Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from Francis.”
Saint Francis replied, “It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.”
“Grass is just one color,” stated God. “Grass doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. Grass is very sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?”
“Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow grass and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass with chemicals and poisoning any other plant that grows in the lawn.”
“Now I know the spring rains and warm weather will make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.”
“Apparently not, Lord. Once the grass grows a little, they cut it.” St. Francis paused before continuing, “Sometimes twice a week with obnoxiously loud, smokey and smelly machines.”
“Surely they then bale the grass like hay and make other use of the crop?”
“Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake the grass up and put it in bags made from oil, they call the bags plastic.”
“Then what do they make of the bagged grass?”
“They pay to throw it away.”
“Oh I cannot imagine this non logical act,” God proclaimed. “Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass with chemicals so it will grow. With that alone I am sadden by the fact that with all their science, they don’t know that a Lightening storm naturally fertilizes all living plants. With that alone the grass will be green, just not a dark green. Sad that green alone is not good enough and they want a richer green... And when the grass grows, they cut it down and pay to throw the grass away. Did I go wrong somewhere Francis?”
“No, my Lord, they just think that they are smarter than what they really are.”
Well, at least my Suburbanites are relieved in the summer when less rain falls and the temperatures increase. That surely slows the growth of grass, thus saving them much work, hard earned currency and resources.”
“Lord,” St. Francis said softly. “When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water the grass, so they can continue to cut the grass and pay to get rid of the grass.”
“Francis that is nonsense... Well, at least they kept some of the trees. Trees are a genius process that allows leaves to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground to form a natural blanket, thus keep moisture in the soil and degrade to provide nutrients to all living plants and all new growth.”
“Lord, I am truly sorry to say this,” Francis hesitated. “The Suburbanites have created a new process outside of the genius realm. When the leaves fall, they rake and collect them into great piles.”
“Oh Myself! Then what?”
“They pay to have the leaves hauled away.”
“Oh this is a sad turn to the natural order of life. How do they protect the plant’s roots in the winter? What replaces the nourishment for the soil?”
“After throwing away the leaves, they buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.”
“I do not remember creating this mulch. Where do my people get this from?”
St. Francis didn’t want to answer that question, so he rapidly spilled out the words, “They cut down trees and grind them up to make mulch.”
“I don't want to hear about this anymore. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us?”
“Oh Lord, the movie is called,” Saint Catherine hesitated. Then with a soft voice she said, “Dumb and Dumber. The story is about...”
“Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from Francis.”
Bill Lauto, GTG
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