The yard is not very big at all, so each little spot gets a lot of attention. The whole thing takes on some zen dimensions and there is even a japanese maple tree. (Is it too soon to point out that my yard does not glow in the dark? Yes, probably so. As much so as my analogies between the 9/11 attacks and the burning of Atlanta. I still stand behind that one but perhaps I was hasty in rolling it out sometime in early aught two.)
The grass got cut as it normally does but then I weeded and mulched the flower bed. In the process of doing so, I hit the cable cable, which I do pretty much every year. Tallulah was delighted to relay by walkie talkie that she could see the Disney Channel again. (That Salena Gomez is way to young to be dancing around that way, if you ask me.) Despite having to do a bit of repair work, the afternoon of yardening turned out pretty much as I had hoped.
But it did leave me focused, zen like, on that bald spot near the walkway. Having no cranial bald spots, I’m fixated on this one. My Sweet Lady and I have speculated that this area grows no grass because a) the soil is bad, b) the sun blasts that spot all day long, or c) the dog pees there all the time. It’s likely a trifecta of these elements. In any event, I want to rip the last strands of grass out and plant flowers, but who has that kind of time? What if maybe I let the surrounding grass grow and then sort of pushed it over the bare patch?
one word: throw rug
That would really pull the whole yard together.