Wayne Burthouses' Front Lawn
Wayne Burthouse spends all weekend every weekend working on his lawn. He's always mowing it or seeding or laying mulching or planting a spruce or something. This guy means business when it comes to front lawns. It's not his job or anything, just like everything he's about.
|A||09/06/2008||Back and forth lawn patterns and great raking skills come fall. I can't get enough of this lawn. Wish I was there right now to...|
|A||02/13/2009||The first time I saw this lawn I fell to my knees and wept. The second time I saw it I went up and knocked on the door and hugged Wayne. He was furious, has personal space issues, but as far as his lawn...|
|A||04/03/2010||Every time I cut my own grass I wish I were dead because I know it well never be like Wayne's. I put up too many ramps in my backyard but I am running an experiment on the side strip that might work. Using my own body fluids I...|
|A||09/01/2011||Don't worry about the screaming coming from the house, Wayne is just very passionate about his lawn. I asked him if I could borrow his mower and he stared at me without blinking until I left. That's okay, I...|
|B||12/17/2011||Saw a couple dandelions around the flower beds this spring. Wayne has been slipping since the divorce.|
|F||03/03/2012||You think you can do this to me, Brenda? That is my yard. If I see him cutting it I swear I am going to drive up onto the sidewalk and run him over. You are a psycho...|
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