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.