The Franklin Family has moved. We’re in the new house, boxes are everywhere, and nothing can be found. I’m tempted to wear a Halloween costume to work…because it’s clean and I know where it is. Black socks, t-v cables, and an overdue library book are in another dimension.
So, with all the boxes to unpack, things to install, and challenges to be faced…why am I worried about my lawn?
In the old neighborhood we had a nice average lawn. The guy next door would mow, cussing all the way, about once a month. My other old neighbor would mow a lot, and usually mow my yard too. It was a pretty good system, and we were “average.”
The new neighborhood is great and the people have welcomed us with open arms. We have had company a few times, amongst the boxes, and little notes are left in the mailbox. I think, though, it’s because of this warmth that I’m uncomfortable about our lawn.
EVERYONE works in the yard on our street. Arnold Palmer would love to have golf courses which are as nice at the lawns on our street. I’m serious. Our neighbors have lush green lawns with roots at least 40′ deep. The grass is the shade of green only found in photos of Ireland in spring.
My yard is a yellow mess.
I don’t really know how to fix my lawn. If a light doesn’t work, you check the bulb. If a car won’t start, check the battery. If a yard looks terrible, you panic. Instead of wearing clean socks, packed in some random box, I’m visiting Lowes looking at seed. Instead of hooking up television, I’m sharpening the mower blades. Instead of working “in” the house I’m “outside.”
Today it’s raining. I hope that’s a good thing. $50 worth of fertilizer is on the yellow yard. It’s supposed to be wet, then dry for 2 days, and then rain again. It’s been raining for 12+ hours.
Oh, it will work. This yard will turn green. However, if it doesn’t, I’m researching sod companies who work from 10 PM - 4 AM. If they are really quiet, maybe I can just replace the yard without the neighbors knowing. Shhhhhhhh…
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