I once had a lawn. It was not Wimbldon style, but it was a lawn with a surface of grass. We even had an electric mower that would travel once a day on his own and keep the lawn mowed. Any cut grass would fall into the lawn and serve as fertisiliser. It was a nice lawn, a luscious lawn. We loved our lawn and today it has been savaged by the trampling feet of builders clad in boots. There are cigarette remains in the flower beds, between the grass patches. Through the savaging of the trampling building animals in their super heavy boots with carved savaging rubber profiles on the soles of the boots, the lawn had no chance. We tried to rescue it daily with water. Mr. Swiss even manually cut the lawn with a normal mowing machine and it was all to no avail. The lawn now resembles a path where Hannibal and his elefants crossed the alps, just bare earth with a few patches of grass. Now and again a brave daisy pokes his head through, even a dandelion, but they survive everything. Mr, Swiss and I wil not let this pass unanswered, we are planning our revenge. This is the West garden, the one permently in the sun.
And now a move to the east garden. It used to be a pattern of flower beds and wonders of flower growth Now each flower is fighing for survival and only the fittest can win. See the plastic cover, this is a permanent fixture to trap the particles of microsopic foam floating down from above. The hollyhocks and the balloon plants have survived at the front and on the left of the picture. There is a bare piece of earth behind them. This used to be a flower bed with the large hollyhock as the center piece, now only it’s offspring are left at the front. It used to be a place where firebugs, butterflies and other insects would play in the sunlight: now doomed to disappearance, killed by movements of scaffolding and builders ignorance.
Today there is a light wind blowing, not so much.
I was planning on putting my Apple computer, a small light weight computer, onto my desk to write todays’s Daily Prompt. First of all I had to clear the desk from the white assasins of the cladding material. When I am finished here, I will use the Dyson to remove the particles from the floor. Does this find no end? According to the neighbour and Mrs. Swiss and the plans of the builders, architects and other Savages in charge of this destructive work, they will be finished in September, or was it October, perhaps it might be November.
There is a song that runs through it all, a theme tune to what could be: thankyou Talking Heads.