I feel like I slipped into an alternate universe.
Maybe a different planet.
Only a week or so ago I was emersed in paint and art and fun
Today it’s all about yard work. Every day. Weeds. Hidden weeds, weeds no one can see. Literally hours of weeding. For reasons I’m unclear about. After putting on weed killer (which caused a rift with neighbors) I’m just not computing. Big brown spots from grubs. Huge. Mostly dirt. Those you can see, but no one can know if the grubs are winning
Yet
New seed has been laid out. It’s just a matter of time.
I don’t know how to follow the conversations about the lawn. Last year the side lot was all brown. Same with the year before. When I asked about it, I was told it was always like that. It didn’t get enough water. I argued that it probably got the same amount as the rest of the lawn. Then when it stayed brown after weeks of record rain, I asked again. Looked up stuff online. Suggested grubs. Three summers later the war is on. The grass seems to be losing.
Except on the side lot. That grass looks better than it ever has according to G.
It’s a woman vs nature drama.
From the looks of things, the grubs have destroyed probably forty percent of the non side lot lawn. Turns out grubs grow up and fly and spread.
G is more helpful. He seems to follow the logic better than I do. We spent hours last fall getting the side lot ready and seeding. It looks great, but it’s not about the side lot. We only care about the front and the other side.
Is what I think I’m learning. And who knew Gs mom can sit on her little stool and weed for hours even if she doesn’t like weeding and no one can tell where the weeds are or that anything was done afterwards. This is not for me to understand.
Thank goodness for yoga and nice weather. I made myself tea. It’s been a long first day back to work kind of day. I guess I don’t share the passion for lawn work. Oh well.
Peace Kit 