A Shorts Story

The lawn is solid daisies. Short daisies, sure, but they flower just the same. Or maybe they don't. Makes no difference now. So mock away. Go ahead. Point out the obvious. Daisy. Daisy. Daisy. Hello. This is what I have. This is what I ended up with. I know, there's nothing like a long expanse of perfectly groomed grass, properly fertilized, properly watered, properly trimmed. I know I know. I have books and books telling me exactly how it's done. A big weedless lawn with smaller lawns here and there and there you go. Beautiful or what. I have books and books of perfect examples. But my lawn is not like that. See? My lawn will never be like that. It is what it is. It's finished. My apologies to the neighbourhood. The ants are ok with it though. Up and down the stems they go like it's one blooming party. Sometimes they climb my legs and I dance like you wouldn't believe.