Upon observing the way we waste our precious natural resources, imagine
the conversation The Creator might have with St. Francis:

"Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is
going on down there? Where are all of the dandelions, violets, thistle
and stuff I planted aeons ago? I had the perfect no-maintenance garden
plan. My plants grew in any type of soil; they withstood drought, and
multiplied with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms
attracted butterflies, honeybees, and flocks of songbirds. I expected to
see a vast garden of colour by now, but all I see are these green
squares."

"It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They
started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great extent to kill
them and replace them with grass."

"Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colourful. It doesn't attract
birds or bees, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with
temperatures. Are you sure they really want all that grass growing
there?"

"Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it, and keep it
green. In the Spring they fertilize the grass, and kill any other plants
that crop up."

"The spring rains and cool weather probably make the grass grow really
fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy."

"Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little - they cut it."

"Cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?"

"No, not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags."

"Oh. Is it a cash crop? Do they sell the bags?"

"No sir, just the opposite. They pay taxes for the bags to be hauled
off."

"Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize the grass so it will
grow, and when it does grow they cut if off and pay to throw it away?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then, 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."

"Sit down, Lord. When the grass stops growing, they drag out the hoses
and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay
to have it hauled off."

"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. Plus, as they rot, the leaves
form a compost to enhance the soil."

"You still sitting, Lord? The Suburbanites have grown a new circle. As
soon as the leaves fall, they rake them, bag them, and pay to have them
hauled off."

"You're kidding! What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in
the winter, or keep the soil moist and loose?"

"After the leaves are hauled off they buy something they call mulch and
spread it around under the trees."

"And where do they get this mulch."

"They cut down the trees and grind them up."

"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?"

"Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It's a real stupid movie about..."

"Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story."
--
Chris

"Chris" ] wrote in message
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Upon observing the way we waste our precious natural resources,
imagine
the conversation The Creator might have with St. Francis:

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LOL - duly forwarded to gardening friends who do not come into URG
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Jenny