Don't eat the grass for at least the next 4 days... - Blather, Rinse, Repeat
Don't eat the grass for at least the next 4 days...|
a ramble about my lawn, largely because I haven't used the icon in a while:
A while ago, I got fed up at my lawn. I've got huge amounts of moss in it and I would like to fix this before the 2006 edition of my annual Come As You Are Birthday/Croquet/Bocce/Margarita Fest. That's off several months away still, but we're talking about a LOT of moss.
The grass isn't completely out of control yet, but we'll see how that goes.
So I went to Home Depot, looking for something lethal to spray on my lawn, something that hopefully would get rid of the moss, yet leave the grass mostly healthy. And I ended up with a quart bottle (I guess) of MossOut - sounds like a well-chosen brand name for the project at hand. I bring it home, and realize that I already have an identical bottle that I've never used.
Ok, double-barrelled moss extermination. Fine.
Yesterday, over lunch, I wander around my front yard, spraying the moss. These bottles are the sort where you attach the hose to them, and through the magic of capillary action - and I don't know, the Venturi Effect? - perfectly dosed moss killing action sprays out. Whee. After I had about enough of walking around the front yard, I noticed that there was not discernably less concentrated stuff in the bottle than when I began. Hm. Maybe it's very concentrated, says I. Maybe there's only a little bit that you need per acre. Nah, that's unlikely.
So, today, I opened up the top of the sprayer, jostle the various nozzles and intake tubes and whatnot, and try again. This time the moss changes color as I spray. Going from a bright, cheery, green (a nice color, but I'm killing moss, so it's a bad color in this specific context) to a dark brownish green. Kelp green. Woo, progress! And the level in the bottle is going down. Nice.
As I move around my lawn, I notice that the stuff I hit first actually kept getting darker after I stopped, and now instead of brownish green, it's BLACK. Woohoo! Now I know I'm doing something. I may be doing catastrophic damage to my local ecosystem, and by next week, every plant in a one mile radius may be withered and dead. I'll let you know.
Also, I'm getting crazy ideas about mowing my lawn super early this year. Mowing? In February? Crazy.
Don't eat the grass for at least the next 4 days...
While you're at it, don't eat the moss, either.
Has it been warm up there, too? It's late April, here!
|Date:||February 10th, 2006 12:25 am (UTC)|| |
Not warm, really - we had some pretty impressive rain up until this past weekend. Over the weekend, we had really impressive wind (knocking out power, which was an adventure of its own) and now we're having high 50s weather. Which, I guess, might be late April weather.
Seems like I ought to seize the combination of good weather and actually being around the house during the daytime to start mowing while the grass isn't yet out of contol.
That's my best-laid plan, anyway.
Does it really matter as long as it's green?
Then again, I let violets overrun my entire back yard so I have pretty purple flowers almost until the end of July.
|Date:||February 10th, 2006 12:47 am (UTC)|| |
Does it really matter as long as it's green?
I'm conflicted. On the one hand, I don't like mowing my lawn. The behemoth pictured in the original icon helps out so that it's not hours of walking behind a lawnmower - so that's good.
Friends have suggested that I should kill all the grass and lay down gravel. Some have suggested paving the yard. That would be easier to maintain, I'm sure, but I like the idea of grass.
Er, maybe not so much the idea of grass as the emotions evoked by grass. Playing lawn games that one time a year seems better on a freshly-mowed lawn.
One idea I've toyed with is to rip out the fruit trees that I don't maintain and replace them with native trees/shrubs that I can let revert to a wild state. But that's a pretty big task - maybe next year.
I don't like mowing my lawn. The behemoth pictured in the original icon helps out so that it's not hours of walking behind a lawnmower
That's what children are for. Brat boy lives for summer when he can mow the lawn because he gets paid well, he doesn't really have to push it (it's self propelled) and he's a goober that actually likes to grow things (as opposed to me who turns plants brown by looking at them).
Just how big is your yard anyways?
You could always go hire a landscape artist and create a yard haven with a paved path, a nice enclosed patio and grill area, and all those little nice Home and Garden
variety things. Doing it yourself would be a major pain.
*shrugs* I have crud in my yard -- a paved patio, a club house, a tiny tree and lots and lots of pretty purple flowers. Oh and frogs -- for some reason frogs love my yard.
Maybe combining something like these two yards would work:
I've seen people mowing their lawns in mid-December.
Okay, it was in Texas, but even living there for 3 years (at the time), it was still odd to hear a lawn mower during the time of year a parka is normally worn. At least where I come from.