Years of mowing just the tips off every week without fail!
leaving said tips on the grass to work into a thatch 6 inches deep!
followed by sweeping with the straw broom
and then set the sprinkler going to grow it again,
that tic tic tic interrupting the hissing of water as it turns to reach every spot!
Then out the back there would be a patio with fold out chairs around a round cast iron table with a sun umbrella and all manner of potted perennials (even plastic ones) so you could sit and enjoy the dog chasing the birds trying to feed off the plum & apricot trees down the back of yet another immaculate lawn!!
They’d be stuffed now they can’t water!
Or maybe they bought a little water tank & a lovely sign saying “Tank Water in Use”
& filled it up with the dish washing water & the clothes washing water & the bath water & the tap!
They’d have a compost heap and a worm farm and a bird feeder
a small happy chappy lap dog, a fat unimpressed cat & a talking budgie in a cockie’s cage!
Prompted by Eleven
a suburban portrait of a typical Melbourne suburban house
built in the 1960’s when the influx of British 10 pounders came out
Captured immaculately by the awesome artist Jemimimalovesbigted & presented …
… so I could write a treatise that you may think would be taking the mickey out of that way of life. But I’m not [not really] I am capturing a dying lifestyle, a retro lifestyle, a neat respectful inane routine ordered lifestyle.
I had a neighbour who did this till he died and a month later his house was sold to new owners a young couple with a baby boy …. who in all of a six month period killed his lawn with their three cars & 2 motor bikes and two trailers [not to mention all the mates cars & bikes], they trashed the big shed out the back and ripped off the veranda. They stripped the inside with visions of painting it white and installing all the new minimalistic styled furniture … and then they sold it because the house was too hot & too much maintenance & was costing them a fortune!!
You gotta love suburbia! ♥