RAT TEETH

Ya know, I ain't griped about draggin' sprinkler hose around my yard since - well - not long ago.

Just wanted to publicly announce that I still place that privilege near the elitism of a rat with a gold tooth. Nother words, who cares except the grass.

Ain't no nuggets of knowledge in this one. Just my continued frustration with "town living" that seems to include keeping a yard at a minimum level of prosperity.

Oh Lord, I yearn for the days when a seared brown yard is in harmony with the nature of the local terrain (and who cares that the neighbor's pasture is equally brown?)