But then I realized, "No, this is exactly what the grasses want us to do. I'm a dupe. I'm a dupe of the lawns, whose goal in life is to outcompete the trees, who they compete with for sunlight." And so by getting us to mow the lawn, we keep the trees from coming back, which in New England happens very, very quickly.
Pero entonces caí en la cuenta: "No, eso es justo lo que la hierba quiere que hagamos. Qué tonto. Soy el bobo del césped, cuya meta en la vida es ganarle a los árboles, con quienes compite por la luz del sol".