It won’t die!
So, I moved into my new house last November, after having done some major work to it. Plumbing, gas plumbing, floor joists, new flooring, etc… I mention those repairs/redos because I put off a million small things to gitterdun so I can move in. So, I still am doing little things around the house in a piecemeal way, mostly on weekends.
Well, this means that i don’t really want to spend a lot of time on my HUGE yard until I get all the house things done. So, I freakin scalped the lawn, hoping that the lack of rain and the scalping might stunt or retard the growth. Guess who’s the retard now? Yeah, apparantly I pretty much dethatched the yard with that initial scalping and the lawn gorew like a mother fu… well, like a lawn.
So, I get to spend a good portion of a weekend day doing lawn mowing. And all the other things one must do in addition.
Don’t get me wrong, I love making a killer lawn. I’ve always been very good at it. But I’m just trying to not have to mow this huge yard so often, instead wanting to finish the house and get my awesome lawn next year.
But everytime I mow the sucker down short, thinking that the Summer drouhgt of Oklahoma will finally kick in and free me from weekly lawn maintainance, along comes a rain shower that Monday. By Wednesday, I have a thick, green lawn, plotting to keep on growing in an annoyingly good way which will be needing to get trimmed again to keep the spikies down by Sunday and …
Oh well. I apparantly have an automatic green thumb. My lawn may as well be back down in Houston, as lush as it keeps getting.
Stupid live plants. Die! Or slow down enough to allow me a weekend off every other one.
You should see my trees…