I do find myself in the company of many, many, many people, however, who can't be bothered to grow drought-tolerant plants. Gotta have those lush green lawns in an area where we're just not meant to have them. [Glass-house dweller that I am, let me 'fess up to being a heavy water user myself as we own a pool. Let me offer up in my defense, however, that our water bills still pale in comparison to our many neighbors' with their unnatural-for-this-area lawns.]
I do believe I've shown myself to be quite intolerant. Surprised myself, really. In any event, here's to our drought-tolerant landscape.
Whether the weather
causes others' to wither,
mine weathers no storms.
11 comments:
Love the play of words here!
OSI: fingers dance merrily in air
I was going to say the same thing, I loved the play on words.
As for watering our lawn...we'd just as soon not have to mow it. *LOL*
S. California was a virtual dessert before irrigation systems with borrowed water created a citrus industry.
Strange how we alter our environments to suit our dreams.
Enjoyed your haiku!
desert, not dessert, lol
maybe it's time for some chocolate...
That bothers me, too.
My garden takes care of itself just fine, water wise.
And, my next yard is not going to have grass!
Good poem.
Hi Patois, ditto G.T!
And I believe your lawn is 'green' in it's staying green. You are just real cute here.
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Know what you mean. Reality has a way of sitting uncomfortably on our feet, like a dog who needs to show us who's the boss.
I loved this haiku!
Very clever :)
You are so clever! Truly.
cleverly done! and I like the explanation behind the poem- thanks!
What drives me nuts is that in the wake of droughts down here in the south and a need to be more cognizant of the water and energy we use, our neighborhood covenants still:
- require a green lawn
- don't allow solar panels
- don't allow clothes lines
God forbid our property values plummet! Oh, wait, they already did.
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