There’s a guy near where I live who literally just had a dirt yard. No dead grass, or just starting to grow; just dusty dirt. Which they mowed consistently, causing the air in the whole neighborhood to be just dust. It was nice when it rained because the dust would settle and they wouldn’t mow it until it was dusty again.
There’s a guy near where I live who literally just had a dirt yard. No dead grass, or just starting to grow; just dusty dirt. Which they mowed consistently, causing the air in the whole neighborhood to be just dust. It was nice when it rained because the dust would settle and they wouldn’t mow it until it was dusty again.
I guess people just have “mow” as a command in the brain somehow. Is it like the only way they can imagine being outside??
where’s Anton Chigurh with a captive bolt gun when you need him