%&$#! Tru-Green

I took the kids for a walk to get groceries. Usually I let them play in the grass outside an apartment complex on the way; there is a great hill they can run up and down and F is figuring out how to roll down it.

Today there were signs up that pesticides had been spread on it and it wasn’t safe for big people, small people and pets.

So, what is the point of grass you can’t walk on? Can’t play on? Because, really, it isn’t as attractive as a flower bed and isn’t as low maintenance as shrubbery. Furthermore, our front lawn looks just as nice other than lacking that nice little hill and we haven’t done diddly to it. No fertilizer. No herbicide. No pesticide. We’ve barely even bothered to water the thing. I think we let the kids run through the sprinkler once - once! - to keep them happy while I put in some plantings.

I really hate the mindset that a lawn - and this grass was, I couldn’t help but notice, laden with some plants that wouldn’t be considered part of the perfect lawn - is so important it is worth dumping chemicals that aren’t safe for man or beast in places that both men and beasts tend to go.

My kids wanted to play on that lawn that was on our walk. F fell over onto it. Ran up the steps and lay down on it before I could stop her. Oh, and the little toxic white pellets were on the public sidewalk too. So now they are on the bottom of our shoes. Which means on my floor. Where my children play. Nice.

Stumble it!

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