Catching Up with Grass

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The Black one is my puppy she doubles in size daily. Next week she'll be using the oaks out front as a chew toy. The big one in the sexy collar is my bitch. What do they have to do with grass, they'd like to run in it. But as you can tell from the picture they are having trouble finding it.



Here is a little more grass. The more recent the picture the more grass--theorhetically. That spelling is meant to misspelled. Like meaning inundate and saying indian-dated. I guess I could make a Theo Huxtable joke. But I'm already failing enough with the humor and the grass here.


The next two pictures reveal a growing of grass. If you look carefully you can see the marijuana in the back, JUST KIDDING. No you can see a marked diference between the two. The first has at least one more patch than the second.


Since these photos, my desert has gotten a little more arable. It is no fertile crescent, well maybe it's todays fertile crescent, mess-o-potamia (to reference the Daily Show) but it's still needs work. More to come. Will I have a full lawn of grass by summer?

Soilent Green

My mud is now greenish. I suspect grass lurks neath the top. Like a teenager seeing stubble in a brand new place, I think grass does indeed intend to spring forth. What does it mean, am I ready for this bold new step into adulthood. Is an outbreak of blemishes looming, why do I get so excited when I see a bosomy raincloud, and why do I care so much about that tree outfront? Oh, the confusion.

I'm all green thumbs

It's been what four days? We've had rain and a cold snap. One is good for growing grass. The other isn't. Most of the green you see is existing grass popping up. Actually it all is, except for the weeds. Actually it's mostly weeds. The principal point here is none of it is new grass. That being said, this arid back yard is slightly greener.

I can't wait to take a chainsaw to that annoying shrub in the foreground. Actually, just as I've killed most of my grass I aim to kill my trees. I heart the environment. Actually that shrub is a danger to my roof and my slab so it's got to go. If I were going for a martian landscape, I'd be there minus the red. I'm sure I can get something red to sprinkle on there. Maybe I can change the blog title to something Mars related then I can just end it. I'm already bored of this concept. Watching Grass Grow is, as I've discovered in practice, not just in theory, boring.

My neighbor has successfully sodded his yard. It looks good. It looks like real grass. It is real grass. Sod is expensive. He laughs at my attempt to seed my yard in private--and by that I mean he laughs in private, not that I privately seed my yard. I only suspect this, but I kind of know it, actually I'm as sure of it as I am that I'd like to get sodded. My grass odyssey continues.

Spreadin' Seed

I overseeded. Hence this blog may last longer than it should. I probably put double the amount of seed down. They say if you overseed the grass will kill itself fighting for root space. Whoops.

Here are pictures of my overseeded, fertilized, raked and for the first time watered yard. The seed is Bermuda grass. Notice it's mostly dirt. That green stuff sticking up is old grass and weeds that have already shot through the dirt. The second picture is kind of turgid.

Turf is turfed

I used to have a nice st. augustine grassy backyard.

Then I took a backhoe to it, to fill it up with sand and dirt because of New Orleans sinkage: