Another weekend come and gone.  Another Perfect Sunday morning spent taking care of the lawn.  Another Sunday morning, just like last Sunday, Just like next Sunday….

Yard work is worse than doing the laundry, or doing dishes.  Just like those two unending household chores, if don’t do it regularly, you’ll just be doing more work later.  I live in one of the neighborhoods where a perfect front lawn means a lot….to everyone but me.  I mean really, as long as it’s green right?  No chance!  Weeds, while green, are frowned upon.  Even if they have really pretty flowers!  I ask myself sometimes, “Dave”, that’s what I call myself, “Dave – why do we live where beauty is frowned on?”  But there’s never an answer…..  just more yard work.