Yesterday I thought I’d try to beat the rain that was forecast to fall and plant some grass. So, after work, I went over to the hardware store and grabbed a bag of grass seed and a couple bags of soil.
We have a stretch of dirt along our deck that just doesn’t seem to want to give in to nice lush green grass. Every year I plant some grass seed and every year it’s like that dirt is just laughing at me, as if to be saying, “Man, can’t you take a hint?” I shall never give up. Of course, it would probably be a lot easier if I didn’t have a dog that loved running around, kicking up the newly planted grass seed with his feet.
I’ve thought about roping off the area with sticks and string, but I’ve got a feeling that wouldn’t keep the dog out of that area. I guess I could have the neighbours look after Max for a month while I let the grass grow, but somehow I don’t think my wife or my neighbour would go for that. I don’t think the dog would be happy with it either.
So I guess I’ll just do what I do every year. Throw down some dirt, plant some grass seed, and then spend the rest of the summer moaning and complaining about the fact that I just can’t get any grass to grow in that particular area of the backyard.
So, as of this morning, my fingers are crossed and my hopes are high. C’mon grass, this is the year that you and I show that stupid dirt who’s really the boss!