To the Editor:
I extrapolated, as I walked my neighborhood this morning, the following:
Those whose lawns are brilliant green in this mother of all droughts are those enamored with chlorophyll and probably with themselves. (Details of how I extrapolated this shall remain mine.)
But beyond this thought, I also decided that those whose lawns this season are tan with the natural dormancy of plant life in these heated times live possibly more meaningful lives (a stretch, but I liked where this was going).
I witnessed further that some of those enamored homeowners water their shiny lawns early in the morning or in mid-afternoon, when the exaggerated warmth of the day will evaporate the wasted water so fast that not half will be drawn up into those blue-grass roots in time to be useful. (Not all are capable of productive thought process all of the time.)
Good citizenry decries the greener lawn. Good citizens, this season respect the beauty of saving their natural resources, and the quaint revival of Queen Anne’s Lace.