Wednesday, January 13, 2010

A Funny - God and St. Francis Discussing Lawns...

God and St. Francis Discussing Lawns

GOD: St. 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 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, honeybees and
flocks of songbirds.

I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But all I see are these green

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 bags.

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.

P. S. Happy Birthday, D.!!


  1. A suberbanite is one who cuts down the trees, builds a road and names it after the trees he cut down.

  2. Oh, cracking up at DB's comment, LOL!

    krissy knox :)


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