Usually I Like the Rain. But Not Today.
About two months ago, I put down two very expensive bags of special grass seed in the front yard and in the grub area in the back yard (as well as some nematodes which ended up being more complicated than I expected, and for hours afterwards I felt like there were little bugs crawling all over me).
Because of the time six years ago in our last house when our builder had grassed the yard and we hadn’t realized we should water the yard until the grass was healthy (thus resulting in a crabgrass “lawn”), I knew that I had to be vigilant about keeping the seed wet until it fully germinated. So I had been very good about watering the seeded area at least twice a day unless we had rain.
If it rained, then I rejoiced because the rain meant I didn’t have to go into the basement and turn on the outside back yard water (because the hose drips if we leave the outside water on) and go outside to turn on the side yard spigot (which also drips but only when the spigot is turned on and so the water shoots into the foundation of the house.) If it didn’t rain, then I went through the procedure above and wondered why all our hoses leak.
And then, after all my effort, I realized that I had only succeeded in growing a fine crop of weeds.
Nevertheless, the weeds still needed to be mowed. I finally got motivated enough to get up early to mow the lawn this morning. The past few days have been too hot to mow, so I figured that if I got up with the dogs, the weather would be cool enough so that I could mow the whole freaking half-acre without dying of sweat-induced dehydration.
Well, the grass was still wet with morning dew when Mister Stanley began howling to go outside, so I decided to do some work and give the lawn time to dry. I was about to start mowing when some immediate work came in over email. By the time I got it done, I had just enough time to run outside, spill gas all over the mower when I tried to fill it, mow the tiny strip of grass on one side of the house that is partially gravel, mow the dog area, and run the mower back into the shed before the thunderstorm started.
There is still about a half-acre left to mow.
Damn rain.
Posted by: ssjane | May 11, 2007 | 12:45 pm
Posted in: This Life