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Front Lawn.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • May 16, 2023
  • 1 min read

Aren't we all really just maintaining our proverbial front yards?


We do JUST enough for those who drive by to think, hey, maybe I'd ring their doorbell.


We keep it together on the outside, just ENOUGH, to be approachable and interesting and attractive.


Yet the house, and the backyard, and everything in between could be a disaster.


But shhhhhh, your front lawn looks great, so no one knows.


I think we are all trying to let the world see the best versions of ourselves, even if we don't answer the bell when someone comes to see more.


That's life.


It's all about the presentation, and even if the front lawn doesn't match anything else, that's ok.


Remember when our Moms used to tell us it's about the effort and not always the results?


Well this is that, exactly.


On that note, I am about to mow my front yard, with my NEW automatic mower, to try and convince everyone that drives by my house that there is NOT a hot mess happening inside.


Wink wink.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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