So, here I sit after a full day in the yard. Most of the day was spent raking up dead grass and breaking up soil. Then, I spread 50 pounds of grass seed. We’ll see how much of it has a chance to grow before the next monsoon washes everything away.
I just don’t know that all of this work is worth it. I always mulch while mowing but the people on each side of me spray their clippings all over the place. Of course, they end up blowing or washing into my yard. And don’t even get me going on the weed problems all of this causes.
The funny thing is that I don’t think I ever saw my dad buy a bag of grass seed. He just mowed every Saturday and that was it. If it was hot, he never watered it. It is what it is.
Why I have this sick need to have a nice, green lawn is beyond me. All I know is my back is really paying for it right now. Even with the shiatsu pillow and the Aleve, the soreness is in full force. Age is quite the betrayer!