35. I don't want artificial grass, Mr. landscaper
Oh! The scenarios I run in my mind; erotic fantasies, terrible situations and improbable soliloquys
Hey, beautiful human being I salute you from here. From my, also, human nature.
There are many things we share in this game. Like drinking water, eating food, and sleeping to stay alive. We care deeply for some people, others, maybe not so much. We’ve had our hearts broken, friendships lost, other humans we loved gone. People we’ve never had the chance to meet, we worship. All of these things, we have in common. Isn’t that great?
Here’s another thing we might share: a wild imagination.
Three days ago I was imagining my dream garden y my dream house.
How can I plant that beautiful mango tree here? Where can I put the table and chairs? I need a pergola! Some jasmine would be nice, too. But all of this, we cannot do by ourselves. We need to talk to a landscaper. So, in my imagination, we asked for a good, trustworthy landscaper. We were given his contact, his name was Eleuterio Lopez, he was very kind and friendly. Mr. Lopez immediately understood everything we had in our minds and he immediately came up with the many ways he could make it happen for us. Wonderful.
The fruit trees were no problemo at all, the aromatics would be on a gardening bed behind that wall over there. The swimming pool would have a little bit of shade from the palm tree, very nice reflections in the water. I could even hear the wind blowing the leaves of all those trees surrounding us, immersed in that dream.
When, as if it was a normal question, Mr. Lopez asks “Will you be considering artificial grass or turf?”.
No. Of course I’m not considering artificial grass. What kind of people chooses artificial grass? I guess this kind of people.
The Talmud says that every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow." So, how can that happen to artificial grass your Honor, I mean, Mr. Lanscaper Lopez? It cannot. Artificial grass does not grow. And I need those Angels whispering “Grow, grow” in my back yard. I need all the help I can get, all the possible reminders so I listen closely and I grow, grow.
I want to learn from the living things sprouting and building their homes on my lawn. All the animals, coming and rejoicing at the magnificence of this place. How could a family of lizards live on artificial grass? They can’t! And if they can’t birds can’t either. And if birds cannot live in my garden, I can’t live there either. I hope you understand, Mr. Lopez. This feels almost like an insult. I’m sure you mean well. But what about the vegetable garden? What about the cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, sage, oregano, basil, garlic, thyme? Don’t you want me to feed and nurture my family? My future children? Are you implying I will never have children, Mr. Landscaper? That’s not for you to ask! That’s not for you to doubt! That’s not for you to assume!
So, no, Mr. Lopez the Landscaper, I am not considering artificial grass. And your question is making me feel uncomfortable. So, please, leave. I’ll be looking out for a different landscaper, I hope you understand.
& more or less, that’s where my mind goes. . .
I daydream about all of these little spaces full of Life, growing from the grass.
Just like Le Boyfriend develops a fixation towards fences and gates, paying close attention to all the houses as we drive by the same street, pointing out the ones he likes and the ones he doesn’t. I nod, relieved because we like the same kind of fences and gates, the lines are horizontal. I see him on the phone and I do this very annoying thing of asking him “what are you doing?” to which he says “I’m looking up fences.”
I smile and find some kind of tranquility in his obsession because I read as if he just cares so dearly about us, our family, that he wants to protect it with the best security, but he also wants it to be aesthetically pleasing.
So whenever the time comes and I do need to have a conversation with the Landscaper, I know where I’ll stand.
see? real grass or supergrass is the only way 2 go aaaand…
bye bye bye
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