grass

I know I have a bad attitude about it. But this weekend, I also did one of the things I usually hate doing, putting down fertilizer and crab grass poison on the grass.

If you drive the rural areas of Maryland around the Chesapeake Bay, you will see grass farms, rolling fields of grass. God, I can attest, did not put me on this planet to be a grass farmer. Any time spent cutting, watering and feeding grass is time that I could have spent working in the plant areas of my garden.

Grass is perfect as part of the design of a garden, but overall, it requires too much water, food and work. And by itself it is boring.

Yes, I do water it in hot periods. And I always mow it. But I am not enamored by it, nor do I judge other folk by the quality of their grass. And frankly, as a gardener, when I see too perfect grass, I think it is misplaced resources.

But I also know that I am almost alone with this attitude toward grass, and so I am doing the whole nine yards in getting our grass lawn up to acceptable standards. So I put the fertilizer down on the ground, using my spreader that I got from the townlet dumpster (see October), the same place I got all my nifty stones for my front garden beds.