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The Grass is Always Greener…

In the neighbor’s yard.

Why?

Because when you neglect it for two years, things start to go to pot.

Today, I bought this…

To fix some areas in my yard…

Ok.  It’s not just a few areas.  It’s pretty much the entire front yard.

First, I raked the yard to loosen up dead grass clippings from the fall.  Rooster cleaned up the the dead grass that sat in piles on the sidewalk.

Then, I used my neighbor’s spike aerator to make the soil more receptive to the grass seed…

I distributed the seed using my fertilizer spreader and then adjusted the sprinklers to properly water the yard.

I’m sore from the raking, and my hands are done…

I really hope this works.  The seed was much cheaper than sod.  If my thumb magically turns green, I’ll try my hand at the back yard.

Spring=Working in the Yard

Whew!  I’m tired!  The arrival of Spring has brought with it the usual yard work maintenance.

Earlier this week, I cleared some very sticky and tall vines from my backyard.  The vines were so bad that they had wrapped themselves around one of my healthy trees and were slowly choking it.  I pulled out a ton of weeds and dragged it, along with a dead tree trunk, to the curb.

On Saturday, Rooster was going to mow the grass.  Before he could do it, however, I realized that I had tons of weeds to pull.  Simply mowing over them would be an invitation for them to visit again.  So, I sprayed myself down with sunscreen, donned a visor, and headed outside.

Three hours later, I had amassed the following pile (this is after the city picked up my previous pile):

To give you an idea of the ground I covered, take a look at the view down the side of my house:

The entire length was covered with weeds of all sorts…prickly ones, dandelions…you name it, and I pulled it.  Now, it’s all clear, along with the rest of the front yard.

Pulling the weeds was not easy.  I got the bright idea of sitting on a small stool, which I scooched up as I progressed.  Let me tell you…the stool does not have a cushion.  Let’s just say that my cheeks (and I don’t mean facial) are severely bruised right now.  I think it’s from sitting on the edge of the seat and then sliding the stool forward and collapsing on it each time.

Not pretty, my friends.  Especially when trying to sit gracefully in church.

I still have a lot of work to do in the yard.  I’m going to buy some grass seed and attempt to grow it in the front.  My neighbor suggested that I rake the yard to loosen the dirt, then aerate it with a tool she loaned me (pictures will follow) and then spread the seed with my fertilizer spreader.  That sounds like a job for later this week.

I need time to recuperate from yesterday.