While deer and other animals have a innate love for green grass, humans remain in a paradox with the fine green blades.
Our summers are filled with going to the market for a full gas can, mowing through the farm stores to find a good blade chopper, and spending hours upon hours upon a small steel horse only to allow us to stand in awe at that luscious, just-cut green carpet.
Yes, our love-hate relationship with our yards appears to be neverending. In all of these years of spending precious summer hours tending to deer feed, humans are yet to find a replacement more suitable for our taste than that of a deer.
The praying Mantis wedding vows:
‘Do you promise to love her in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until one day she decides to bite off your head and eat you.’
Goldenrod. It has such a pretty name, looks beautiful when standing in a field and hated by so many noses! What a life to live.