Cutting up the lawn

I’ve alluded to my dislike of yard work before.  I know a lot of people really enjoy it and that’s fine, but to say the least it isn’t my thing. So I try to have a little fun with it by carving random shapes into the lawn when I mow.  Extra points for strange looks from my neighbor, the real-estate agent.

Update: I didn’t know there was a Caption Contest on this image, but MrsDoF wins it anyway  :coolsmirk:

9 thoughts on “Cutting up the lawn

  1. webs05 says:

    Dude that is awesome.  Next you need to practice mowing words and maybe sentences. ;-P

  2. MrsDoF says:

    Here’s the one he did last year:

    Green Labyrinth

  3. webs05 says:

    Wow… ok that was a hell of a lot funnier.  But both were pretty interesting.

  4. Mina says:

    Do you ever get complaints? (assuming you’re in a neighborhood association or whatever they call it). My brother once decided to cultivate a small patch of grass to the side of our house, and let the grass there grow to knee height. We got a complaint, and my mother told me to go mow the patch down when my brother was out of the house.

  5. george.w says:

    At least one of our neighbors is irritated by the greater biological diversity of our lawn over the monocultural chemical bath that is a standard suburban lawn.  But this is an older section of town and there’s no homeowner’s association so we are limited only by the laws of the town itself.

    Grass itself is a beautiful thing.  When it grows to full height, it moves in the breeze, and covers the ground with a soft, living carpet.  Next year I may plant a strip of native prairie grass.  It gets 6 feet high.  But decorative plants are allowed, and native plants are protected.  :coolsmirk:

    I detest homeowner’s associations, by the way.  Seems to be pandering to the most uptight members of any community.

  6. MrsDoF says:

    Oh, yeah, the one great complaining neighbor guy owns a rental house next door, and then lives in one at the end of the court.  His job is as a realtor, and he greatly expects “curb appeal” for every house around.
    He can’t stand it that I have a clothesline (his renters are not allowed to have one).
    We leave our lawn chair on the front porch year round, and the yard is full of all kinds of plants (since we don’t pay a lawn care service to spray).

    Mostly, us neighbors do our own thing.  We’ve all been here long enough to learn just how far to push.
     
    Although I did throw out a rotting jack o’lantern before getting the dreaded knock on the door.  :-S

  7. Mina says:

    “I detest homeowner’s associations, by the way.  Seems to be pandering to the most uptight members of any community.”

    Pretty much. You can get away with anything as long as no one submits a complaint, obviously. Everyone easy going won’t, the one uptight bastard will, and then you’ve got to chang whatever it is you’re doing based on that one complaint, regardless of whether everyone else really cares. Or rather, it depends on what the people who go to the meetings think, which wonderfully tends to be a self selection of authoritarian types.

    I always thought suburbs were scary in that every house looks the same, but I guess people want it that way. There was some news article some years ago about a man who painted his cars pink, put some sort of fish pond around his house and other modifications. He got taken to court, with the complaint that he’s driving down property values.

    We’re gotten a few bits of trouble with ours. The only formal complaint was about my brother’s patch of grass I think, but they weren’t happy about the 500 different types of grass that were growing in our front yard either.

  8. webs05 says:

    “the one uptight bastard”
    Yup, and every neighborhood has one.  We have this retired, ex-cop, pronounced racist old fart that has to be in everyone’s business where I live.  The old man can’t just live his own life, he has to be “King” of Delaine street.
     
    I once had to park on the street because work was being done on my house and parking on the street in my area is only permitted during certain times.  So I called the cops and told them my situation. 

    COP: “Well there is only an hour and a half left so I won’t put it in the system.” 

    ME: “Sir you don’t understand I have this old man that lives across the street and…” 

    COP: “Don’t worry about him, we already know about him, and I promise you won’t get any trouble.”

    ME: [Trying hard not to laugh]

  9. Grump says:

    When you have little to do and lots of time to do it in then, one must be creative.

    But I still think the GOAT staked in the shade would work out.:roll: