This weekend I’m going to do something that I’ve tried to do for the last few years, unsuccessfully, I might add. I’m going to head over to the hardware store and pick up a bag of grass seed and once again try to grow some grass.
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.
This year I will go into the project with high hopes, as I do every year.
C’mon grass, this is the year that you and I show that stupid dirt who’s really the boss!