It's getting hot so it's best to exercise in the mornings as we did today at about seven.
I've charted out a three-mile walk/run/whatever through our hilly desert neighborhood. In the A.M. most yards are being watered by their timers. As we move down the streets we see that the yards are all landscaped and being blasted with water as if we are nowhere near the desert. Each yard has neatly trimmed grass that sits up on its own roots and stops abruptly at any concrete, brick or tile like a tiny, tidy wall. Quite unnatural, but somehow pleasing.
I get the idea that the residents don't really give a hoot about growing and nurturing plants, mainly because no matter what time of the day I do the walk/run/whatever I've never seen any homeowner actually working their yard. I see many lawn services doing it, however, but never the residents.
The people living in these homes rarely see the lush garden they have created and turned over to strangers to care for. Perhaps it's a visual gift for anyone passing by or the people across the street. Not unlike a gaudy and anal Christmas decorated home.
I've come to the conclusion that each lawn is a presentation of neighborhood conformity. And, I wish my lawn could at least be as healthy-looking as these.
Headscratcher:
Oh, and when I lived in south Florida, where it rains almost every day in the summer, we could only water twice a week. Here in the "dry" desert there seems to be no water restrictions. Go figure.
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