Lawn care: I'm not my father
May. 3rd, 2006 20:46![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeLike many people, I don't want to become like my same gender parent, in this case: my father. (It usually isn't necessary to be so specific, but you just never know with some people.) I find that I look like him, especially around the mouth and jawline, and in the belly. But there is one area where I am so not like my father that he himself wouldn't recognize me if this was his only clue.
There are no dandelions in the yard.
I was playing in the backyard with my son and daughter the other, a tale in and of itself for the simple joy of hitting a plastic ball with a plastic bat. With K pitching, I hit a line drive straight into center field (the washtubs), and made to run the imaginary bases (the future home of our hopeful detached garage). When I got back to "home plate", K was there waiting with the ball and I dropped to my stomach to slide into home before she could tag me.
I laid in the grass at my daughter's feet and she pretended to be knocked down, and we laid there, in the grass, together, giggling, when it struck me:
When I was growing up, I would no more have laid down in my yard that I would have laid down in a field of thistle, nettles, dust, and dandelions, which is exactly what it would have been had I actually laid down. I wasn't even willing to go barefoot.
Now, I own the ol' homestead, and with a few years of effort and fertilizer, I have a yard that is soft on the feet, a deep carpet of green. There are a few bare spots that still trouble me, but by and large, we have a nice yard, a great place to play...
And a pretty nice place to lay down after playing hard.
There are no dandelions in the yard.
I was playing in the backyard with my son and daughter the other, a tale in and of itself for the simple joy of hitting a plastic ball with a plastic bat. With K pitching, I hit a line drive straight into center field (the washtubs), and made to run the imaginary bases (the future home of our hopeful detached garage). When I got back to "home plate", K was there waiting with the ball and I dropped to my stomach to slide into home before she could tag me.
I laid in the grass at my daughter's feet and she pretended to be knocked down, and we laid there, in the grass, together, giggling, when it struck me:
When I was growing up, I would no more have laid down in my yard that I would have laid down in a field of thistle, nettles, dust, and dandelions, which is exactly what it would have been had I actually laid down. I wasn't even willing to go barefoot.
Now, I own the ol' homestead, and with a few years of effort and fertilizer, I have a yard that is soft on the feet, a deep carpet of green. There are a few bare spots that still trouble me, but by and large, we have a nice yard, a great place to play...
And a pretty nice place to lay down after playing hard.
yet another reason...
Date: 2006-05-04 15:52 (UTC)Re: yet another reason...
Date: 2006-05-04 16:12 (UTC)Believe it or not it's really easy to know what to do when, especially if you listen to talk radio. Seems like AM is where you always hear the advertisements. In March you start hearing ads for "crabgrass control"...around late April you'll hear ads for "weed & feed" and "grub control"...and so on.
Hit your local DIY store and ask for "weed and feed". It's the right time of year anyway. Apply it when the grass is damp: it'll stick to the leaves and kill the dandelions within a few days.
Read more:
http://www.lawncare.com/index.cfm/event/Article.Detail/documentId/cefa8af7ec3b21c56cef6d9bc37fc6b8
thank you, dear...
Date: 2006-05-04 16:14 (UTC)