Mean Scenester wrote:I can put a heroic amount of time into trying to nurse it back to health or ... you know ... I could spend that time being a proper father to my kids.
You're really gonna go dad card on this one?
My dad mowed our lawn until I was old enough (10) to push the Craftsman around our half-acre. That job taught several lessons: take pride in your work, play mind games with yourself to fight the boredom of a tedious task, keeping up your yard can contribute to the overall good of the community (a neighborhood's only as nice as its trashiest yard). I never got paid cash for that job because it was always made clear that pitching in around the house benefited us all and since my parents picked up the tab on a lot of my activities, I could help out by mowing and doing other tasks. Plus, our yard was often the site of various neighborhood games, so it was probably more my yard than anyone else in the house.
I admit that I still really enjoy sitting down with a cold one and surveying a freshly cut lawn and nothing is more inviting than a lush carpet of green in midsummer. I don't pay for a service, but I do fertilize a little and last year I mixed the three-prong foot aerator into my arsenal. Our backyard was one of the biggest reasons we bought our house, so I like to keep it looking nice. I don't like spending as much time there if it looks cruddy.
The dumbest thing I do is walk around with the dandelion digger, but that's mostly because it leads to neighborly chats.