Picture this- it’s a lovely summer morning: birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and oh, who’s that whistling happily? It’s your neighbour, Perfect Lawn Larry. Larry waves hello from across his aptly named perfect lawn.
You look over to your lawn, a ghastly gray-brown amalgamation of weeds and raw dirt, basically fire and brimstone in comparison to the glowing oasis that is your neighbours’ lawn. It’s decided. This is the year you beat Perfect Lawn Larry.