yard work

Yard work

 GOD: Francis, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is
going on down there in the USA? What happened to the dandelions, violets,
thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect, no-maintenance
 plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and
 with abandon. The nectar from the long lasting blossoms attracts
 honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of
 by now. But all I see are these green rectangles.

 ST. FRANCIS: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. 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'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 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

 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 grass so it will
 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. That was a
 sheer stoke 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 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: You'd better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new
circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay
to have them hauled away.

 GOD: No. 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.

 GOD: Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. 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.