A story in today's New York Times describes the lengths to which some suburbanites will go to preserve the fiction: lawn painting.
Next thing you know they'll be telling us there is no such thing as an egg orchard, an omelette patch or a tree that grows in the shape of a duck.
from the suburban lawn archives: Lawn Bradys a threat to Midwestern yard maintenance
As if I don’t know where all the overtures are going. You’re always trying to groom me into your private little man toy. The grass is always greener…egg orchards…and tress that grow in the shape of a duck. I’m on to you. My mother always said never get in a car with a woman who has lawn paintings.
Posted by: Audubon Ron | April 10, 2011 at 07:28 PM
Your mother was right. It's all fake in suburbia. Even the little man toys. We buy them online.
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | April 11, 2011 at 05:24 AM
So I'm not imagining things. Twice now I've encountered bright emerald lawns. Upon closer observation, I've also noted overspray, creating matching emerald sidewalks and landscape rocks.
Posted by: MomZombie | April 12, 2011 at 01:32 PM
I am starting to have my doubts about some of the little woodland animals I see in yards around here.
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | April 12, 2011 at 01:45 PM
My lawn has bald spots. Do you think they have spray on lawn like the spray on hair products? They could use the same stuff only make it green. The Lawn Club for Suburbia..."I'm not only the Lawn Club President, I'm a sprayer!"
Posted by: nthnglsts | April 13, 2011 at 08:30 PM