What God Must Be Thinking...

Thanks to one of my followers, GiGi, I was able to finally feel OK we my attitude toward lawn care. I viewed cutting the lawn as a chore and I only did it because we had neighbours and for the sake of our family name I cut the lawn. I understand God's plan and love it. We have a much more balanced system here on the farm. We have a yard, but not a lawn. We are using natural methods in our yard and garden maintenance. Look for the garden update and see what the farmer did with the seaweed. In the meantime enjoy and feel free to copy.

I will be posting a few requests from my followers this week. Tomorrow's request comes from Mr. Mikey, our nephew in Ontario.



What must God be thinking...
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 North-America? What hap-
pened 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 colourful. It doesn’t attract
butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It’s tem-
peramental 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 to 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 nat-
ural 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 some-
thing 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 funny movie about...
– Never mind I think I just heard the whole story. "
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