I rarely admit to loving television commercials, but I’ve got a soft spot for that Subaru short where the driver gets his Outback all sexy muddy and then waits for it to rain, calling it a Subaru carwash. Clearly, this is a spot that has reached its intended audience — lazy old me, who is only happy when it rains and who connects with her forest green Impreza on a level that some might call intimate.
So how happy was I when my husband pointed out that we had a small tuft of moss growing right behind my left front wheel. Am I a bad or neglectful car owner for wanting to watch this little patch GROW GROW GROW its way into the thick carpet that blankets my front walk?
It’s like a big fuzzy green Muppet eyebrow for my wheels!
Your attachment to most might depend on how long you have considered yourself an Oregonian. Most people I talk to hate the moss that creeps stealthily up to their roofs. Moss, like the lowly dandelion, is an unwelcome guest at many house parties.
But hey, we rent our house, so for now, we say bring it on, moss. Go ahead and build yourself up in accumulations that begin, ever so slightly but powerfully, to make me think I’m sharing a house with more than just a husband, a baby and two cats.
I thought I was the only one who had this problem…noticed our “Muppet eyebrows” a few weeks ago. I like the moss too much. Now our grass is totally infested. Another reason to banish it altogether…yet another project.