manicured raze the older i get, the more it mystifies me how obsessed the people around here are with their grass. i don't mean just cutting it before it rains, and then again after it rains, and then again two days after that. i mean treating it like a sheltered child. whacking and sucking and blowing anything that disturbs the perfect scene they'll never be able to create. marinating and mutilating and stopping just short of making love to the lawn. as if it were something that could be seduced into loving them back, when all it wants to do is go on growing while its clueless caretaker wastes away. 240516 what's it to you? who go blather from