God Made A Plan. It Was A Good Plan. Then Man Changed God’s Plan. It Has Been A Continuing Downhill Slide Ever Since.
As silly as this Blog Posting may sound, this is exactly what we do!
GOD to ST. FRANCIS:
Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the
world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the
dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had
a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of
soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the
long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of
songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now but all I see
are these green rectangles.
St. FRANCIS:
It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The
Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great
lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
GOD:
Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colorful.
It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees. It only attracts grubs and sod
worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want
all that grass growing there?
GOD:
The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
ST. FRANCIS:
Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a
little they cut it, sometimes twice a week.
GOD:
They cut it? Do they rake it up as hay to feed the animals
of my creation?
ST. FRANCIS:
Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in
bags.
GOD:
They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
ST. FRANCIS:
No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to have it hauled it
away.
GOD:
Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it
will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it
away?
ST. FRANCIS:
Yes, Sir.
GOD:
These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back
on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves
them a lot of work.
You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
GOD:
What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.
ST. FRANCIS:
You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away too.
GOD:
No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
ST. FRANCIS:
After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
GOD:
And where do they get this mulch?
ST. FRANCIS:
They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
GOD:
Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?
ST. CATHERINE:
'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a story about....
GOD:
Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.
Smartfella