The “story of the lawns” in NZ and around the world
Saint Francis of Assisi is honored by the Catholic Church as the patron saint of animals and ECOLOGY.
It is said that his good nature, tamed wild animals that came into contact with him, and that no creature feared him.
St. Francis was born at Assisi in Umbria (great wines and superb food)
Now, this is an imaginary conversation God, The Creator of the Universe might have had with St. Francis on the subject of lawns:
GOD: Francis, you know all about gardens and nature.
What in the world is going on down there in the suburbs of Auckland NZ?
What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle 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 colors by now.
But all I can see are these green rectangles…..
ST. FRANCIS: It’s the tribes that settled there, Lord.
They started calling your flowers “weeds” and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with “grass.”
But it’s so boring.
It’s not colorful.
It doesn’t attract butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It’s temperamental with 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 once or 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?
Is it a cash crop?
Do they sell it?
St. Francis: Oh, No Sir.
Just the opposite.
They have to 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: Mmmmm……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: Well…….You aren’t going to believe this Lord.
When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out the water 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 the leaves fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes.
Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil.
It’s a natural circle of life.
St. Francis: Sir……..You better sit down, Lord.
The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle of life…
As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter and 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.
I don’t want to think about this anymore.
Who is the saint that is in charge of the arts?
What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?
St. Catherine (the patron of the arts): “Dumb and Dumber,” Lord. It’s a really stupid movie about…
God: Never mind,
I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis….
(I found this on the Internet with no credit to the writer and only changed it a little bit….)