The absolute most difficult part of writing, whether it is a blog or a book, is figuring out what the heck to call the sombitch. Today, I decided not to put much thought into the title, because I am more concerned about what I want to write about. Of course, this could work against me, as a good title will sometimes be the push the reader needs to make it through the entire piece. I have already spent more time talking about the title than I had anticipated. Moving forward.
Did a lot of mulching today. Yesterday was a clipping and weeding and raking up piles day. Really exciting, I know. But lawn care is more than just grunt manual labor. It is art. There is a certain elegance to what we do. It may not look like it the lay observer, as we are covered in grime and sweat. But a well groomed yard definitely makes the neighbors envious. And that is our job. To make your neighbors shake in their boots.
Being the center of the neighborhood's attention comes at a price. You will BE chastised, made fun of, possibly assaulted. This is just because they are envious of your top of the line yard.
I will tell you though, I am not pleased with the quality of mulch we have been using lately. I don't know whose fault it is, but there seems to be a lot of horse shit mixed in with the black gold. And that is the shit I don't like. It makes the job that much harder when you have to constantly pick shit out of the mulch. It gets irritating too. But these are the challenges we face.
This blog seems to be raking in people at a rate of 2x what the Felson Mitchell blog brings in. This tells me that you are tired of Felson. I can't understand why, but you don't like Felson. That surprises me.
I do love these sunny spring days. It almost makes the allergies worth it. Almost.
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