I'm the oldest in my family, and I grew up with brothers, so we would be on the front lawn every day playing football, whether it's tackle or tag.
You probably love to tell kids to get off your lawn, too.
Grass is a surface I have always loved, Wimbledon is a tournament I have always loved.
Books are no different from goats! They enjoy an afternoon out on the lawn.
Often I sit in the lawn and have my morning cuppa amidst the twittering of rare birds.
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups, bourbon in a glass, and grass.
The banker rubs his nose, thinking of his cat stalking something on the lawn.
I don't want to sound like some grumpy old man telling you to get off my lawn.
I've decided that my motto in life is "Get off my lawn." It's the right answer to everything.
Oh, when I was a kid, I was poor. Christmas, I got no presents. Well, there was one Christmas, on our front lawn - Prancer and Dancer - they dropped off a little something.
Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.
Human: That's stupid. Isn't there grass on both sides?
Guy Fieri's hair is the front lawn to hell.
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface
I can't sit on grass without a blanket.
The day was warm and clear. Kids were playing soccer in the parking lots and women were sunning their babies and having their tea all over the lawns. The scene was entirely too cheery for journalism.
It certainly helped just having acres and acres of green grass, a back lawn where there's goal posts and plenty of siblings and cousins around to compete with and play against.
