I had given up to the point of letting the dogs traipse all over the place. But against all odds, seed has sprouted and grass is growing! Watch the dramatic sequence of events unfold here
If you look closely, you might notice a few smears of green stuff out there. It is my goal to revive the grass in this yard and watch it flourish into a bed worthy of tanning my pallid butt on. Between enthusiastic, relentless weeding of the patchy mess that covered this plot when we moved in, and frequent trampling by barbecue guests and frantic Brussels Griffons, this yard turned into a very bare double strip of dirt. Perhaps I should’ve left well enough alone. Perhaps we should cover the whole thing with stones, considering how much water it takes to grow grass and the fact that we’ve already gotten in trouble with our landlord for using so much water. But I like green. It’s gonna look really nice.
This is what it looks like, as of today. I’ve just spread a mix of Sunny and Sun/Shade Kentucky Bluegrass all across the lawn. I mixed in some fertilizer into the spreader, and then tossed some loose dirt all over, to help the seeds take root. I’m sure I read that somewhere. Then I watered the crap out of it, and I will continue to do so every morning until we start collecting rainwater somehow. Of course I will still continue watering it, but I’ll feel less guilty about it if we’re doing more recycling with it.
For reference, this is what it looked like when we moved in. Very green. Very overgrown. Maybe I messed up, but I swear, that grass was terrible, once we got it trimmed down. It was hard to mow, because it grew in several different directions – as opposed to simply “up”.
I should slightly amend what I wrote in the previous post, below. It was Wembley, the older of our two Brussels Griffons, who was more than happy to chip in to help trim the lawn. Fergus, on the other hand, decided that that the grasses are his friends, and he did everything he could to stop us from cutting them (and ostensibly their lives) short. He went so far as to throw his body in front of the evil pushmower. Even though he’s neutered, dude still has balls.
By the way, here are some helpful pictures some kind Brussels Griffon lover put together to help illustrate the resemblance between the breed and ewoks. (In case you aren’t familiar with Brussels Griffons… or ewoks (though if you don’t know what ewoks are, you have bigger problems.))
This year, Ken’s plan is to grow up some new grass. Ideally, it will be soft, green, and evenly spread across the yard. Last year, the lawn wasn’t quite such a dirt-pit, but we definitely didn’t have grass qua grass. We had something that I’d call weed-grass, and it was thick and tufted, hard to mow, and sort of ugly. And extremely hard to pull out of the ground. One tip I’ve learned in my short time as an amateur gardener: if it’s small and has roots THAT strong, it can’t be good.
The new grass project has been tricky so far. We put some seed down late fall of last year just to see what would happen. It kind of grew – but mostly it was very patchy and then it got cold. This year, we’ve already tilled the yard so that the ground is ready for a bunch of new grass seed, and now we’re just waiting until it’s warm enough. It’s April 1 and, though we’ve had weather in the 70s, it’s kind of settled around the 40s/50s this past week. We are thinking we’ll put the grass seed down next week and see what’s what.
The trick will be to keep the dogs off it so they don’t a) dig massive holes where we want the new grass to grow, b) eat the grass seed, c) eat the baby grass, d) generally undermine us.
We have good reason to worry. The dogs didn’t like last year’s grass either – so much so that they tried to do their part to keep the lawn at bay, by grazing across it like cows. This is cute. But grazing dogs = vomiting dogs. FYI.
Wembley helping us keep the lawn closely-cropped: