RE: come into the garden, Maud

For me, it's all too close to labor, something which, like marriage and
children, I long ago vowed to avoid for the rest of my natural life.

Besides, every Monday there are these strange men in matching t-shirts who
show up here outside my condo in a long truck full of machinery, and when
they leave, everything looks as it should and sometimes there are even new
flowers. And yes, I would miss the hissing of summer lawns.
All the best,
--John

 
 I saw Adaptation this weekend, and for some reason I have pictured you John
O. as nervous self doubting Woody Allen but now I'm thinking more along the
lines of Charlie in Adaptation, I guess you can always get your twin brother
to mow the lawn if those strange men don't show up. He doesn't even have to
wear a shirt to match yours. Have you seen this flick?
 
What's all this lawn hissing? My strongest memory of lawns and grass are of
fresh cut grass at football practice, the smell of fresh cut lawns always
puts me back there. We never had lawns growing up, it didn't make sense to
grow grass that we couldn't feed to the animals and besides it was a
horrendous waste of water. If we played pick up baseball or football it was
in a sticker covered dirt field, which resulted in several time-outs to
remove rocks and goatheads out of our shoes.
Daniel
The nostalgic

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