PotD – Tree Lawn
November 29th, 2008 ryan
My parents’ lawn is constantly at war with itself; sides distinguished by color, coarseness, and species.
I try not to get involved.

My parents’ lawn is constantly at war with itself; sides distinguished by color, coarseness, and species.
I try not to get involved.
Here’s a bit of lush and sleek vs gray and chipped as I continue my series of commuting moments through the bowels of downtown Chicago.

Tiny smooth lawn is both tiny and smooth. While the stench of exhaust prevails there are numerous locations where I’m sure thousands of dollars are spread as fertilizer for little displays such as this, and that green provides a pleasant contrast as it soaks up both the gaze from the sun and those that pass it by.

This is where I used to pick up the Brown line. Another oddity awash in the concrete sea. Better frame of reference from the street view. It’s like a Victorian housing facade that rattles with the passing of every train.
Here are but a few of the rescued seedlings.
Currently thriving in their window-sill locale, so much in fact that I have to give them a quarter turn daily as their phototropism knows no bounds. There is another similar cubed glass vase directly next to this one bearing several suspicious feline tooth marks and is therefore not pictured. I also have about 32 individually planted trees outside which are larger but bear the tell-tale signs of bug chomping.
Wasn’t sure if these would take, hence the over crowding. Going to have to re pot or some such soonish.
Received an email from my father this morning requesting assistance cleaning out the gutters on his house.
This is a job I’ve had since I hit the tender age of 10 years old, malformed muscles clinging to the hot grit of scalding roofing shingles as I shoveled handfuls of wet, decaying leaf matter in to a flimsy plastic bag 50 feet off the ground.
Their dwelling is encircled by hulking maple trees that disperse not only leaves, lots of leaves, but a veritable downpour of aerodynamic spores when the Chicago weather turns hot and moist. As you can see the wee saplings are rather hardy.
Whenever I weed their lawn/garden/gutters I always try to save some of these guys. Despite their vapid dispersion the maples somehow elude the same DESTROY category as nettles or dandelions when the agenda dictates mass horticide. I did the one-handed-ladder dance with two pots earlier to evacuate a select few but will likely end up with dozens before my historical role as Slinger of Slime resumes at dawn.
While I can claim the largest office on the floor I can not gloat from on high at those below as it, the office, is decidedly lacking in windows. Each quadrant of note runs the perimeter and the interior wall is the frosted stuff shown above.
Of those with a south western exposure there is but one with plants. Smug ones.
Thought I’d kick off the weekend a little early with some horticultural reproduction.
If you know what I mean.



Planted this guy at the rents’ house going on 8 years ago.
Still kicking despite the annual ice restraint.
