Riding Mower

I was recently "back" east, in one of the lovelier parts of the country, the Finger Lakes area of New York.  Hot?  Sure.  Muggy? Hello, it's back east.  In July.  But the land is just so beautiful.  Massive, rolling lawns of perfectly trimmed grass.  A fuzzy green ocean without a single patch of brown that those in the south or other parts of the country have to deal with on a daily basis.  Oh, it was perfect.   Some kind of payback, I suppose, for all those long, snowy winters.

Anyway, turns out the northeast is really the only part of the U.S. where lawns should be.  Or, to be more precise, the only part of the U.S. where a lawn doesn't require obscene amounts of water simply to survive.  

But, hey, its not our fault.  We wuz duped!