The weather is getting warmer, the grass is getting greener, and Lord Dudley Mountcatten wants to go out for a walk every afternoon.
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Not to say that he actually wants to walk on the grass. No. His Lordship will do almost anything to avoid that. Nearly three acres of groomed lawn… and the wee beast sits on the concrete cover for the septic tank. WTH?
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He’s a very delicate walker.
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Hiding in the iris, hoping a bird will land nearby.
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Get lost mom. You’re blowing my cover.
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Face planting in the grass.
I have no idea, don’t ask.
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Giving the pear tree a good once over, but no attempt at climbing today.
I didn’t pee on my garden before I read this, but rest assured I shall be passing it along to my husband who has been known to relieve himself off the barn porch.
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I have never in my life urinated on a lawn and I don’t plan to start now. But men can be very dog like when it comes to marking their territory as evidenced by this photo of a conspicuous patch of dead lawn adjacent to the barn porch.
Rock wall repair completed, it was time to tackle the grass-less section of dirt. We’ve been abnormally dry for the past few months and our lush green lawn was anything but. The weeds? They’re doing just fine. 😡
We tried seeding the bald area, but of course the minute we did that… we had a gushing thunderstorm that washed it all into the ditch. Enter some strategically placed sod.
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I’ve never sodded anything before so the fact that it came in nicely rolled little burritos tickled my funny bone.
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The color doesn’t exactly match….
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But it’s close enough for a ditch and will hopefully blend over time.
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Trying to keep it moist enough to root will be a bit of a challenge with the drought….
When you have a lawn as big as ours, mowing can be a two day affair. The husband and I tag team it… me on the push mower for the front lawn, sides, upper back and around the barn…. him on the tractor for the large expanses. Did I mention we have a veritable mowing fleet?
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While his sections are bigger, mine are actually harder because I make a point of never blowing grass in the flower beds.
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That mulched section under the tree used to be filled with perennials…
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Until the husband flung so much grass in there all the flowers got choked out and I got tired of breaking my back weeding. But I digress..
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After mowing comes trimming.
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And trust me, there’s a lot of that. I just added these two beauties to my stone wall bed…
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And filled the baby barn’s bed with its annual marigolds. I added some tickseed (coreopsis) as well, but I’m afraid it might get too much sun… so it’s success has yet to be determined.
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Yup, it’s exhausting.
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But when everything is freshly mowed and trimmed?
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I’m a seriously happy camper.
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Though the same can’t be said for his Lordship….
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Who gives me the evil eye from the back of the couch.
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