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Alex waved to me frantically while I started mowing the lawn.

I’d already had some qualms about mowing the lawn to begin with. It was one of those rare times when I’m really into mowing, so I wasn’t trying to get my lazy ass out of any work. Earlier a lot of bees buzzed around in the clover and generally loving life in the yard.

Since last year we’ve been on a mission of slow, planned destruction of our perfect manicured suburban lawn in favor of clover, which is much better for the soil. Clover has naturally, and gracefully taken over the front yard and is working its way out back.

Alex suggested I wait a few days, because fireflies really love clover and we’d have a spectacular display in our yard if we kept the clover. Another reason not to mow.

So, on one shoulder, I have “crunchy me” and on the other I have old “suburban me”

Crunchy me is in the form of Alex, with wings that make him look like an angel.

Crunchy me: Bees are having a hard time of it lately, and they’re really digging the yard and not hurting anyone. Besides, the flowers look pretty.

Old Suburban me: Fuck that man. You need to bring order and uniformity to this yard. Get out there and show that grass who’s boss.

Suburban man won. A big reason for that is my inexplicable relationship with my lawn mower. But that’s another story for another day.

On the positive side, the lawn has a gorgeous layer of clover mulch to collect moisture. Plus, clover mulch looks really pretty. Even though I set my blade kind of low, a lot of the flowers made it past the blade.

Suburban man won, but with the little crunchy Alex angel glaring over my shoulder, he’s slowly losing ground, just like the pestilential thatched suburban grass that still covers most of the lawn.

Filed under: EWAKI, General Observations on June 22nd, 2009