Toads-in-the-Hole

‘Tis May, and the dandelions are in bloom.

Contemplating their rampage across the grass, I’m struck by one of the many joys of renting: I don’t give a damn about the lawn.

I dimly remember when we had a lawn of our own, back in Portland, and, while it wasn’t exactly a putting green, we kept it free of weeds and well-trimmed. The fact that others in our neighborhood clearly were less diligent mildly irked me, especially when their dandelions went to seed and great gray tufts floated over to our yard like parachuting invaders.

Now I look at my neighbors with mild empathy and strong apathy. Sorry folks, we’re just renting the place. Yard care is the landlord’s bailiwick.