Return of Lawn

In the aftermath of the death of our backyard gazebo, I am now trying to regrow the lawn that had been somewhat trampled into submission while the gazebo had occupied the space above it. On it, technically.

I’ve done this before, reaching deep into my farmer heritage to coax seedlings into full-blown thatches of hardy grass. Sure, it took determination, grit and a watchful, motherly eye, but I was successful then, and I intend on succeeding now. As sure as I’m sitting here, there WILL be lawn once again on that forlorn, brown, muddy patch of our yard.

The secret? Well, you start with grass seed that indicates it could grow even on concrete – even though you’re awfully tempted to just pour concrete where the grass is refusing to sprout.

Then, you’ll need to nurse and coax it along, with watering, maybe some witty conversation. Grass regenerates best when it’s in a good mood, so reading a funny story or two sure doesn’t hurt.

By the third week, if it hasn’t started to show signs of life, threaten to set it on fire, or cover it with rocks and a tarp.

I’m confident we’ll have shimmery green lawn long before it gets to that…

Chow for now!!