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Whacked in the face
Sometimes the world whacks you in the face. I was just walloped. So, hard I am having trouble writing. A brief explanation is in order. Earlier this summer, I got a notice from the city where I live that I had let my lawn get too long and that if I didn’t cut it, they were going to come and cut it for me for an exorbitant charge. So, I looked for a company that would cut it for me for less money, found one, and before they could mow my lawn, they went out of business. So, I cut my lawn and trimmed some weeds. Last week I noticed that my yard was getting close to what they had warned me about again, so I cut down the highest weeds and planned on cutting the lawn early this week. I figured I had a day or two because nothing was exceeding the 8-inch height that they warned me about except a few flowering plants in the gardens.
Well, I was wrong. As I sat here starting another article this morning, I noticed the sound and smell of a high-power lawnmower in my front yard. They are cutting down not just my grass but all of the gardens as well. So, I can expect an excessive charge from the city for them butchering my lawn and gardens in the name of civic pride, which can also be called polluting, aiding in the destruction of the environment, adding to noise pollution, and whipping out local plant species. I am beginning to wonder if maybe moving — as much as I hate the idea of moving — out into the woods away from…