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The Gardener

GRASS Do We Really Need It?

GOD: Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there in the U.S.? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistles, and the 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 color by now. All I see are flat patches of green.

ST. FRANCIS It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. They are called Suburbanites, and they went to great lengths to kill the flowers and replace them with grass.

GOD: Grass? But it's so boring; it's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, bees, or birds -- only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want 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 it and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the grass lawn.

GOD: My Spring rains and the warm weather makes the grass grow fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.

ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it has grown a little, they cut it, sometimes two times a week.

GOD: They cut it? Do they 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 to make it 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. The trees grow leaves in the Spring to provide shade and beauty in Summer. In the Autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep the moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves become compost to enhance the soil. It's a natural circle of life -- a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself.

ST. FRANCIS: You'd better sit down, Lord. As soon as the leaves fall, the Suburbanites rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.

GOD: No way! What do they do to protect the shrubs and tree roots in the Winter to keep the soil moist and loose?

ST. FRANCIS After throwing the leaves away, they go out and buy something called 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 the trees and grind them up to make mulch.

GOD Enough! I don't want to think about this desecration any more. Saint 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 real stupid movie about......

GOD Never mind. I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis