Ray's Garden Rows: Heaven's view of yard work
Shared by Ray Mueller for a year-end reflection
God: Francis, you know all about gardens and nature but what in the world is going on down in the United States? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistles, 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 attracts butterflies, honeybees, and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of color by now. All I see are patches of green.
St. Francis: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. They are called homeowners. They started calling your flowers “weeds” and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
God: Grass? But it is so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, bees, or birds, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with temperatures. Do these homeowners really want grass growing there?
St. Francis: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it has grown a little, they cut it – sometimes two times a week.
God: They cut it? Do they bale it like hay?
St. Francis: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
God: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
St. Francis: No sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
God: Now let me get this straight. They fertilize it to grow and when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
St. Francis: Yes, sir.
God: These homeowners 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 lots of work.
St. Francis: You aren't going to believe this, Lord, but when the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and set up sprinklers and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
God: 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, the leaves fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep the moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves become compost to enhance the soil. It's a natural cycle of life.
St. Francis: You'd better sit down, Lord. As soon as the leaves fall, the homeowners rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
God: No way! What do they do to protect the shrubs and trees and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
St. Francis: After throwing the leaves away, they go out and buy something called mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
God: And where do they get this mulch?
St. Francis: They cut down the trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
God: Enough! I don't want to think about this any more. Saint Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?
St. Catherine: “Dumb and Dumber”.
God: I thought I'd heard it all from St. Francis.
(Original credit for this goes to northern Calumet County resident Ron Richter, who is a long-time Master Gardener. He found it on the Internet in 2006. Since then, the practices described in the heavenly conversation have only intensified. Two fairly recent changes are that new equipment catches the grass clippings and leaf blowers have been introduced so homeowners don't have to rake. Another change from the original version is that owners of commercial property and governmental units do the same as the homeowners. The observation on paying for grass and leaf removal refers to the property taxes for the municipal services of pick-up and, in many cases, composting.)