Lots of people don't mow their own yards anymore

[JuanHamm]

My new neighbor is a very fit looking guy in his early 30s. His yard is small (it would probably take under an hour to mow and edge front and back) but he has a company come and mow it for him.

To me it makes him look lazy. Am I being too harsh? Isn't there a sense of satisfaction to be gained by doing things yourself? Is the service industry out of control?

[tree_]

I'd love to have someone mow my yard but I'd rather do it myself only to save money. If I had more money I'd pay someone.

[spike]

Baller move

[tree_]

I wish I could just but in concrete or wood flooring or something instead of grass. Such a goddamn hassle.

[JuanHamm]

I wish I could just but in concrete or wood flooring or something instead of grass. Such a goddamn hassle.

Agreed.

I didn't want to give the impression that I'm one of those lawn freaks that spends every waking hour tending to their perfect grass.

I mow and edge once a week and weed a few times a year. I never use fertilizer or weed killer because I'm not a psycho.

My lawn looks tidy, but unspectacular.

[Bammer]

At age 41, I hired out lawn mowing for the first time in my life a few months ago.

Never going back.

[Mickey]

I'd spend $50 to not do an hour of chores in the summer heat each week.

[Bammer]

Until my kids can do it

[dad]

mowed last night even though the oppressive heat has killed most of my yard...and that's with watering twice a day.

my kingdom has fallen.

[tree_]

At age 41, I hired out lawn mowing for the first time in my life a few months ago.

Never going back.

how much does it cost you?

[spike]

mowed last night even though the oppressive heat has killed most of my yard...and that's with watering twice a day.

my kingdom has fallen.

It’ll bounce back after a little rain. So resilient!

[Bammer]

At age 41, I hired out lawn mowing for the first time in my life a few months ago.

Never going back.

how much does it cost you?

$80 per visit

[tree_]

yeah fuck that

[dad]

mowed last night even though the oppressive heat has killed most of my yard...and that's with watering twice a day.

my kingdom has fallen.

It’ll bounce back after a little rain. So resilient!

i wish it were that easy. the red dirt makes it even harder to grow. we pay to have the yard fertilized too.

[tree_]

why people care so much about their lawns i have no idea.. nothing wrong with patches of dirt and random weeds as far as i'm concerned

[dad]

why people care so much about their lawns i have no idea.. nothing wrong with patches of dirt and random weeds as far as i'm concerned

it matters if you want to see your loved ones in the afterlife.

[JuanHamm]

At age 41, I hired out lawn mowing for the first time in my life a few months ago.

Never going back.

how much does it cost you?

$80 per visit

How big is your lawn?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

If he has a lot of disposable income he’s supporting the economy and making jobs possible for others.

[doug rr]

At age 41, I hired out lawn mowing for the first time in my life a few months ago.

Never going back.

yep...we have a guy that comes over 2x a month..mow, pick weeds, water some stuff..$200
i tend the garden though

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.