Okay, I admit it. I have lawn envy. Now that I'm a home-owner in the Burbs again, I have started obsessing about the state of my lawn and drawing unfavourable comparisons with the neighbours lovely, thick green thatch.
Our back lawn looks half-decent, but the front is just sad. Uneven coverage, with little patches of brown that look strangely like crop circles. (No, we don't have a dog.) A friend calmly advises that it is just a bit of "winter kill," but that doesn't stop me obsessing about fertilizer and watering cycles.
Yesterday I bought a bag of grass seed, from the multitudinous choices available, to fill in the gaps. I swear I stood there for 20 minutes trying to decide which particular blend to get! I finally selected one that is apparently "ideal for thickening thin, abused lawns." Abused lawns... like I go out there and beat up on it!
One mystery of the universe I would like solved: why does grass grow robustly where I don't want it (such as in flower beds and between cracks in the pathway) while the front lawn (which everyone can see!) remains patchy and forlorn? This must be how the bald guy with a hairy back feels.
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