A Texas rancher was touring the UK, and visited a stately home. He was so impressed by the beautiful green lawns that he asked to speak to the head gardener. When the old boy was found, the Texan asked him the secret of his wonderful grass.
"There is no secret," replied the gardener.
"Aw, come on," said the Texan. "There must be a secret. Tell you what, I'll pay a thousand dollars if you give me the secret of your lawns."
The gardener thought for a while, then agreed, but asked for the cash up front. The Texan pulled out his wallet and gave him the money.
"Right," said the gardener. "First you prepare the soil..."
"Ah," said the Texan. "So it's special soil - that's the secret."
"No," replied the gardener, "Any old soil will do - just rake it over.Then you put down some fertiliser..."
"Special fertiliser?" asked the Texan, "That's the secret?"
"No," said the gardener, "Any old horse muck will do.Then you sow the seed..."
"Ah," said the Texan, "So it's special seed - that's the secret."
"No," replied the gardener, "Any seed will do. Then you water it..."
"You use a special liquid feed?" asked the Texan, "That's the secret?"
"No," said the gardener, "Just ordinary rain water. Then you mow the lawn."
"Ah," said the Texan, "a special mower - that's the secret."
"No," said the gardener, "Any old mower will do. You just mow every week, for four hundred years - that's the secret!"
Rick