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No real break from yard mowing

By Micheal Boddy
Posted Monday, November 5, 2007

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Winter is finally here, or is it actually Fall? A few wimpy cold fronts have made it our way, but the temperature has merely changed enough to make for some really nice days.

In general I like fall and winter weather in this area, but it's not what I grew up with in Tulsa. Most years it barely gets cool enough here to wear a sweater. I'm not sure we ever get a true break from mowing the grass, which merely slows down in its relentless growth during the winter months.

The grass, mosquitoes, and other byproducts of a semitropical environment seem to just go on vacation for a few weeks in winter.

Sure, the trees that are inclined to may put on their fall colors, but that's something governed by events deep in the ground. That's okay, though: You can just chop up the fallen leaves when you mow the yard.

In fact, if grass clippings were worth anything, we'd all be rich.

I've often thought the City of Angleton should have a festival of some sort that defines who we are as a community. Clute has the Mosquito Festival, which is somewhat appropriate, and then there's Brazoria. I don't know what happened, but they decided to have the No Name Festival.

Of course the first thing that comes to mind, at least the first one that came to my slightly demented brain, is a grass festival. Not the illegal green leafy substance, but common Bermuda grass, or monkey grass, or any other variety that proliferates in our yards.

It seems like a natural fit. Think of the events that might accompany a grass festival. We could have lawn mower races. Major sponsors would surely line up to compete in mowing competitions where dozens of yards, and large blocks of city property, were measured and divided into equal parcels to be mowed and trimmed.

And we could have a parade! A wonderful parade, where children and grown men and women would wear grass skirts and everyone would decorate their floats and cars and tractors with various forms of yard vegetation. There could even be a Chia Pet category where nutritive goo and seeds would be used to cover anything that could drive or be hauled down the street. The possibilities are nearly as endless as the grass-growing season here.

Of course, someone else would have to take care of the parade. I think—no, I know—Susan would leave me if started to organize another parade. She's already told me that parades are right out, after the Charlie Company parade. That, and running for political office. Funny, she never mentioned me becoming a serial killer as any kind of problem.

I guess even wives have to have priorities within the realm of possibilities.

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