observations.

there is a man in my neighborhood who is constantly out working in his yard. and i mean constantly. his wife must be the breadwinner because he is out there all day every day in a wife-beater and shorts, watering and trimming and weeding and landscaping. and his yard is perfect. his grass is emerald green. what's really great about it is that he lives between 2 vacant lots. there is no fence, so his perfectly manicured yard is surrounded on all sides by dirt, rocks and weeds. it's like a little oasis in the middle of a really ugly, weed-infested desert. this man seriously takes pride in his yard.

just down the street from immaculate lawn guy lives foreclosed house. foreclosed house's yard is overgrown with weeds taller than me. it makes me wonder if once upon a time there was grass? or if they never put a yard in? and why in the world the neighbors haven't done anything about the jungle of weeds next door???? foreclosed house has neighbors on both sides who take care of their yards. if it were me, it would drive me crazy to live next this house. i would have taken my weed wacker to that yard long ago!

and somewhere in the middle is my postage stamp of a backyard. we water the grass once in a while, cut the grass once a week {usually}, and try to remember to water the flowers. but mostly i'm just glad i don't have much of a yard to take care of right now. someday, however, i will bring out the inner wife-beater guy in sean and he will keep our huge, shady, beautifully landscaped yard perfectly manicured :) {if not, i'll have to hire wife-beater guy to do it.}