More and more, I've been taking strolls around the pretty little neighborhood I live in. And now that it's summer (really??), the trees are in bloom, the grass has come back to life as if by some miracle of God, and things just look great dammit!
People out in the 'burbs tend to want to look after their front lawns. A well-manicured lawn, I guess, is much like a t-shirt. Don't ask me to explain, I'm not in the mood. Either way, nice green lawns, kids screaming, cars driving at the speed limit, little white picket fences.
Sunday mornings, while most of my friends in the city would either still be sleeping or nursing hang overs, the 'burbanites are out in full force with their lawn mowers, neatly trimming the hedges, raking up the grass, sprinkling fertilizer, and giving it all a light sprinkle with the garden hose. And all this before showering up, putting on their Sunday best, piling the rug rats into the car, and heading off to church.
It's like a toy town. And I watch in amazement. Sometimes I even get swept up in the whole 'burban thing and mow the lawn myself.
Try doing that while living in the concrete jungle!
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I yearn for a 'burban home. Too lazy to do the half hour drive tho!
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