Grow Dammit
Snow is said to include a lot of nitrogen. We are told by the weather man that snow will be here within 24 hours. It may be six inches or it may be 24 inches. Well shuckie darn. We do have this huge area in the backyard that we hope will be an incubator for green grass. It was previously a beloved perennial garden that was past its prime. Not so much different than the current groundskeeper.
Last fall after Kevin tilled this garden, we did put down quite a bit of garden seed via the hydro method. Water, plus fertilizer, plus grass seed should equal a green product this spring. That may very well be the case as soon as we get warm sunshine. We did receive heavy rains last fall shortly after that with a few areas that are prone to washing.
Earlier this late spring, actually the first days of March, we had heavy rain while the frost was still in the ground. Our entire yard was under water for a duration. We were hopeful that the heavy snow cover had snuggled each and every grass seed into the soil. Or . . . the seed was afloat. Yard work is always a crap shoot.
Fleet and Farm was visited and we purchased a goodly amount of grass seed. Today with my snowmobile boots on and with my handy-dandy hand crank seeder, I walked the said area in the hopes that this late snowfall would assist in what may have previously not done the trick. As I walked the area I couldn’t help but notice that in the far portion of the yard, we still had several banks of snow that was being stubborn in disappearing. No . . . the area was not dry. Yes . . . my boots were getting heavier with each pass as the seed was springing out of my hand crank seeder. At times I swear I could see my breath.
What came to my mind was a comment that I heard this last weekend. A parent had given advice to a son that in perusing a mate for life; one who had long painted finger nails would most likely would not be willing to push up their sleeves and get dirty. Hmm. Currently my nails are growing out wearing a beautiful shade of pink. My pant legs are pushed up to avoid having them drag in the mug. Dennis commented that I shouldn’t touch my face anymore with my muddy hands. Too funny. I do cleanup pretty good.
Both Dennis and I were wearing boots and both pair were muddy. We did spend some time picking up branches in the far portion of the yard. In time we will have a goodly amount for a fire in the burning ring . . . after they dry out.
We gave it a good shot at local effort today. They are saying the weather could be a little interesting in the next couple of days. We will be taking it easy knowing we did the best we could. As we enjoy our patio porch and look out over the backyard in weeks to come, I know Dennis and I will be muttering, “Grow dammit, grow dammit.”