GOD and LAWNCARE
GOD: Frank, you know all about gardens and
nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What
happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds 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, honey bees and
flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colours by now.
But, all I see are these green rectangles.
St. FRANCIS: It's the tribes that settled there,
Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and
went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
GOD: Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colourful.
It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and earthworms.
It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all
that grass growing there?
ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great
pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing
grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably
make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it
grows a little, they cut it - sometimes twice a week.
GOD: They cut it? Do they then 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
grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay
to throw it away?
ST. FRANCIS: Yes, Sir.
GOD: These Suburbanites 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 a lot of work.
ST. FRANCIS: You aren't going to believe this,
Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses 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, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket
to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's
a natural cycle of life.
ST. FRANCIS: You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites
have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them
into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
GOD: No!? What do they do to protect the shrub
and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they
go out and buy something which they call 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 trees and grind them
up to make the mulch.
GOD: Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore.
St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled
for us tonight?
ST. CATHERINE: 'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a
story about....
GOD: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole
story from St. Francis.
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Tomato Garden
An old Italian lived alone and he wanted to plant his
annual tomato garden but it was very difficult work as the ground was
hard. His only son, Franco, who used to help him, was in prison. The
old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Franco,
I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won't be able to plant
my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up
a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I
know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love,
Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
Love,
Franco
At 4 a.m. the next morning, the police arrived and dug
up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the
old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter
from his son.
Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under
the circumstances.
Love you,
Franco
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