tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461221580583652638.post5983688059902575710..comments2024-03-06T23:13:36.562-08:00Comments on Sense of Misplaced: Mow to HellBug Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06253157009010644214noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461221580583652638.post-31351741374974829592009-08-27T10:19:13.638-07:002009-08-27T10:19:13.638-07:00Thankfully I live in the country on 86 acres and I...Thankfully I live in the country on 86 acres and I can let my flower beds get as unruly as I darn well please, and believe me I am greatly pleased! I am rewarded each day with gorgeous song birds plucking the seeds off coneflowers, and enough insect activity to make even the most seasoned entomologist envious. Snakes and frogs galore, it is sheer heaven.<br />I work with a lady who told me she was being taken over by mice in her house, and she couldn't figure out where they came from. I told her how in the fall we have mice come in, when the farmers are combining their crops. It seems to stir them up and they look for new places to inhabit. She mentioned that a large lot across the street from her had been mowed recently, voila! There is where her mouse trouble began. Sometimes it is best to leave well enough alone. She ended up catching 6 mice in two days! She said all the butterflies are now gone from the block, with no flowers they've moved elsewhere. I get so frustrated, why can't people appreciate mother nature in all her disorganized beauty?Shelly Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18367843308248195970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461221580583652638.post-18512315416198743862009-07-15T13:30:26.853-07:002009-07-15T13:30:26.853-07:00Thank you, Kenoryn, for sharing your own experienc...Thank you, Kenoryn, for sharing your own experience and philosophy, and giving me encouragement:-)Bug Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06253157009010644214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461221580583652638.post-33167944106640183122009-07-10T10:27:30.543-07:002009-07-10T10:27:30.543-07:00I wholeheartedly agree. It seems so tragic to mow ...I wholeheartedly agree. It seems so tragic to mow my lawn when it's full of beautiful blooming wildflowers and strawberries beginning to ripen, cutting off the heads of the cheerful dandelions and reducing it all to bleak monotony. But the neighbours give me the evil eye as clover and creeping charlie start to spill over onto their pathetic flat little postage stamp of green, and eventually the landlord calls to say she's arranged for someone to come by and mow it for me. Sigh. <br /><br />The other thing I hate about the lawnmowing obsession is how I go outside to curl up in my hammock and read a book on a beautiful Saturday morning, enjoying the birdsong and peace and quiet when suddenly WRRRRRRR, angry lawnmower noise leaps up all around me as the neighbours eagerly start into their favourite weekend activity. <br /><br />Someday I will live somewhere with no neighbours in sight and my lawn will be made up of gardens and beautiful meadows!Kenorynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13395517318071332256noreply@blogger.com