Goats in the Grass
The goats are in the grass
Eating it for lunch
The lawn grew too tall to mow
So the goats were brought in to munch
Written by Patrick S. Stemp
Illustrated by Anita Soelver
Better late than never. I’m putting my notes here late in the day after our Tiny Burp went live. I also tend to avoid cutting the lawn for as long as possible.
It doesn’t help that the weather is always against me. We’ll have a month with no rain. No point in mowing brown grass. Then we’ll have a period where it rains so often that the grass never dries enough to be cut – and it sprouts up everywhere. By the time I get to it, things are a mess.
I don’t really dislike mowing, I’m just lazy. It’s actually pretty relaxing, and an activity that lets my mind wander to come up with new ideas or solutions to story problems I may be having.
I’d rather have a monkey than a goat.
I think we could use some goats from time to time, to help out with the lawn mowing here at our house. We’re definitely not garden people in any stretch of the word. Although I love to look at a pretty, well-kept garden, I just can’t muster the energy to keep one myself. So it is as sparse as it can be.
And besides that; Wouldn’t it be awesome to have goats? Maybe not. I’d have to clean after them instead, which probably wouldn’t be much better.
I think we’ll just have to keep on mowing the lawn ourselves. Dang!