It's that time of the year again. Turf Wars. Grass growing season.
Here in the South, you reseed and grow your lawn in the fall. Some try it in the Spring only to watch our Summer heat turn their baby grass into cornflakes within a month.
So the men around here (I swear I've never seen a women do it) engage in the yearly ritual of lawn improvement. This equates to de-thatching the lawn, spreading new seed, fertilizer, and straw and then assuming the twice daily waterings necessary to get the lawn to grow.
SM and I gave up this practice years ago. To each his own. I have noted that all of the guys out there working in their yards gave up their chemical lawn service this year. "Why?" I asked.
They ALL said that they still had weeds after being with their service. Plus the expense.
It begs the question though, "Why bother at all?" I mean, it's an endless cycle. You really can't alter what Mother Nature commands. "You will have weeds! Your grass will die! Your grass will turn brown!"
All this week, I've driven to work waving at "J" as he stands there with a hose in his hand watering his front yard. Then, as I'm coming home, there he is... standing there watering again.
I roll down my window to tease him. "You're in the same position I left you in this morning...standing there with a hose in your hand!"
"Yeah, but it's evening now and I can do this with a beer." As he raises his other hand in a beer-salute.
"J's" grass is super green, artificially so. Mine? Pale green with brown patches.
I hopped on the mower yesterday afternoon determined to "skelp" it. You see, we leave it high during the Summer months because it handles the heat better that way. Not that long ago, we had 2 weeks of nothing but rain and when the lawn finally dried out enough, it was like mowing hay. On top of that, we got fleas. (I haven't had fleas in 3 years. CRAP!) I blame the tall grass for that!
So I hopped on the mower and lowered the blades 2 clicks. I took it slow, sneezing as the grass/dirt cloud enveloped me. Then I went to buzz the front yard and the boys were all out tending their lawns. You can't help but compare mine to theirs.
"I'd like nothing better than to kill all of it." I muttered to myself, eyeballing the existing front landscaped beds, wondering if there was anyway to tactfully enlarge the beds with more trees and shrubs in order to get rid of the grass.
We don't have an HOA (Thank God!) but social pressure exists none the less. I live in a subdivision. I can't change that fact. The status quo must be maintained. So for now, while I can let the grass and weeds do their natural thing (brown out and die), I still don't want to turn my front yard into something that would impact the resale value.
"How many times do I have to tell you, we're NOT moving!" SM
"Oh, we're moving alright. Maybe not in the near future, but someday." I reply
"Where to?" He asks, exasperated.
"Out in the country...Into an RV...Maybe a nursing home if you're not careful." (Grin)