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What a crock of ****. My yard is the land infront of my house, nothing more, nothing less. Frankly the white picket fence, planned flower beds and every house having the same generic "landscape" that is anything but natural looks like fake garbage. Not to mention the chemical run off from suburbia is horrible, just so shallow people can have the manicured grass up front.
You're being insanely pretentious, and yes, my yard looks like ****
We need to see a picture of your yard before we can gauge the accuracy of your post.
What a crock of ****. My yard is the land infront of my house, nothing more, nothing less. Frankly the white picket fence, planned flower beds and every house having the same generic "landscape" that is anything but natural looks like fake garbage. Not to mention the chemical run off from suburbia is horrible, just so shallow people can have the manicured grass up front.
You're being insanely pretentious, and yes, my yard looks like ****
Perhaps I know how to max the sale price of my house if I sell and how to help my neighbors max theirs. I also like Home Owners Associations that maintain standards. Not everyone does but I do. Would I complain if u were my neighbor
No yard work of any kind is what I look forward to most in retirement.
I don't get it either, but if that's what they enjoy? Good for them. Better than watching the COPD sufferers with their oxygen tanks waltzing into the nearest casino on the 1st of the month I suppose.
Almost forgot that my grandfather was a wonderful gardener. He had a nice lawn but also did topiary and grew veggies and fruit to sell. He lived very simply and his garden/yard was his pride and joy.
I have thought about living a life like that. A small simple tiny home and just walk out and spend my day in the yard. Right now the one we have is huge! But I love standing or sitting outside under our juvenile oak trees and hand water the grass I planted two years ago. This side yard used to be nothing but weedy stuff that we kept mowed short. Seeing it thrive is nice. I have too many other things to take care of - animals for one. Maybe if that is all I had, I would be out there all the time. If everything else was running smoothly in my life. It can be relaxing.
I don't mow it - the roommate does. He finally caved and started using a riding mower. Used to be push mower all the way. We even had one of those fancy big zero turn mowers and he gave it away. Too easy I guess. He likes to sweat!!
I have one of those lawns and I guess that makes me one of those guys. To me, having a yard that is like a golf course or beautiful park brings harmony to my life. I dont mind the work so much when the pay off is enjoying a gorgeous yard.
Just the whole concept of a "lawn" - a large empty unused space except for the mostly grass whose condition is monitored by the neighbors, that in many cases is the largest open land on the house site & not used for anything - that concept is mysterious & almost alien to me. I get it that it is a privacy barrier to put distance between the inhabitants & any lookie loos, but it seem to be such wasted space. I get gardens & such but not the empty grass lawn, I would rather have that space allocated to the back or side & be used for cookouts, veggie garden, deck, kids play area, shed, etc... Instead it sits there empty & unused except for the maintenance it demands weekly.
Just another reason I'm not a suburban type o' guy I guess.
What a crock of ****. My yard is the land infront of my house, nothing more, nothing less. Frankly the white picket fence, planned flower beds and every house having the same generic "landscape" that is anything but natural looks like fake garbage. Not to mention the chemical run off from suburbia is horrible, just so shallow people can have the manicured grass up front.
You're being insanely pretentious, and yes, my yard looks like ****
Can you please be my neighbor? I have one of those lawn obsessed freaks on one side. Mows by 8:30 am 2-3 days a week....sometimes 4. Grass doesn't grow that fast! Has TruGreen spray at least once a month. The stench from those toxic chemicals is dreadful!
I don't notice the retired guys doing it, in fact, it seems that no one mows their own lawn anymore. They hire someone.
They hire people to come and treat the grass with toxic chemicals and they hire people to mow and trim. Maybe it makes them feel important because they are so busy that they have to hire someone?
The few that do their own lawns seem to be more in love with their riding mowers than their lawns. They like to make a lot of noise too with their leaf blowers. Noisy mechanical man stuff.
I can understand gardening and landscaping but not a huge swathe of boring green high maintenance lawn.
Having a yard doesn't mean you must have a lawn. After 12 years of drought, there are few lawns left here in SoCal. There are some quite attractively xeriscaped yards. (And some really ratty-looking pretend-xeriscaped-but-really-just-ignored yards.)
And as long as we're being gender-ist here, what's with these women and their oh-so-perfectly clean and decorated living rooms? jk
We moved to a condo townhouse in 1987 and I gave away my lawnmower. I haven't missed it yet.
I always have enough to do with yardkeeping.
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