people who don't rake their [expletive] yards

[Cronos]

That's some Mr. Miyagi [expletive] right there.

Now see, that to me borders on the absurd. If taking care of a lawn took a while, taking care of that must be crazy.

[Freed Roger]

this is a contrasting backyard -i thought it was a redneck hottub at first, but no, some sort of science experiment.


I like checking out what people do or don't do with small backyards in urban areas. My aunt used to live down in house down by Carondolet Park -her backyard was a slice of South St. Louis City. brick buildings with narrow yard separated by chainlink. tomato garden in back, in front of the alley. the mandatory Madonna statue. Utility lines and clothes lines all over the place. The works.

We barbecued back there after a Cardinal game, and with the thick humidity and the brewery smell not far away, I don't think the smoke ever left the yard. Not my ideal yard, but great place and day nonetheless.

Bamboo looks cool in urban landscaping. but I dare not, and don't have a spot for it to overrun.

[haltz]

I like checking out what people do or don't do with small backyards in urban areas. My aunt used to live down in house down by Carondolet Park -her backyard was a slice of South St. Louis City. brick buildings with narrow yard separated by chainlink. tomato garden in back, in front of the alley. the mandatory Madonna statue. Utility lines and clothes lines all over the place. The works.

That's how it is by where I live. My backyard features a cellar entrance and a parking spot if your motivated enough to swing the gate open to park your car. I park on the street. Looking down into my neighbors yard is hysterical. There's a fountain, some sort of statue, a random pink flamingo (seriously) two mini weber grills and assorted planter boxes and lawn chairs. The wife is apparently suffers from some sort of agoraphobia and never leaves the property. There's all sorts of weird stuff going on back there.

[JCShutout]

Posted without comment. almost.

Edited for length.

[SHOW]

YARD WORK - AS VIEWED FROM HEAVEN
(overheard in a conversation between God and St. Francis):


God: Francis, 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, honeybees, and flocks of
songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of color by now. All I see are patches of
green.

St. Francis: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. They are called
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 is 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 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 it 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, but 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 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.

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 trees and grind them up to make mulch.

God: Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore.
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 really stupid movie
about...

God: Never mind--I think I just heard the whole story from Saint
Francis!

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excellent post

Indeed. Awesome.

[MrCrowesGarden]

Waa waa waa.

[docellis]

I live in my grandma's house. She died about 4 years ago and I moved to St. Louis because the people in charge of her house (in her will) were willing to let me have it do that I would move back to my home town. I bought a house that was hopelessly outdated (mushroom wallpaper etc) because people wanted me to be in their lives.

When I showed up, it was a bad scene. Most relatives had ransacked the place to the point of wtf.

My first day here, there were over 100 pink flamingos erected in the front and back yard. There were ceramic (large!) dear in the front yard. The home did have several hundreds cords of christmas lights in the garage.

As bad as a yard could be, I had.