well now!!
>
>
>
>            God's Thoughts on Lawns!
>             GOD:
>            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, thistle 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, honeybees and
>            flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of
>            colours 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 colourful. It
>            doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and
>            sod worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these
>            Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
>
>              ST. FRANCIS:
>            Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it
>            and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing
>            grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the
>            lawn.
>
>              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 then bale it like hay?
>
>              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 throw 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.
>
>              ST. FRANCIS:
>            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.
>
>              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.
>
>





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