laborare est ludere

You know you’re in a completely different world when a picture of a small patch of cow poop gets you excited. This is exciting. To me, anyway.

This is a small patch, say three feet by five feet, of a new sowing of blue grama seed, covered with some cow and compost I picked up at the local garden center (by the bag), with a little binder mixed in.


Both the blue grama seed and the binder came from Plants of the Southwest. The bag of grass seed says “origin Colorado” so this is what they call “native” blue grama, as distinguished from fancy cultivars like ‘Hachita’ (that’s it directly above the patch of poop, with some other grasses), ‘Alma’, ‘Lovington’, and ‘Bad River’. I’m sure it makes a huge difference to some people, but not to me.
The binder is made, I think, from plantain; when mixed with the cow and compost and then watered, it kind of glues everything in place. The grass seed is glued to the ground. (Did I mention that I live in a really windy place?)
I scraped off the existing turf, tossed it in back of one of the rock gardens where I could really use some better soil, sowed the seed, watered it with a watering can, then sprinkled the poop on top.Took about twenty minutes.
Ran the sprinkler for about eight minutes, partly so the dog could have some fun, and now I’ll just wait. It takes blue grama about five days to germinate if the soil is warm and it’s kept moist.
By the way. “Grama” is Spanish for grass, and that’s the way it’s spelled. Only one M. “Blue grama grass” is as redundant as the “Rio Grande River”. If it’s called blue grama, you already know it’s grass.
The State Grass of Colorado, no less. Such an honor. (But it’s the state grass of New Mexico, too…..)

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4 Responses to laborare est ludere

  1. Knicky Twigs says:

    The beginning: Blue grama and otherwise.

    • paridevita says:

      Turns out that that one area was where a path was really needed, so the grass isn’t doing as well as it could.
      The green lawn which was there before upset the guy I live with’s sense of appropriateness, but it was nice to stretch out on. Prior to the Great Upheaval it was green lawn, then an “English” style mixed border beyond, which looked really weird in the middle of a dry, twiggy, sunbaked garden. Or so he says.

  2. I can get ever so excited about cow poop.

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