impatience

Considering that I put off taking all the used motor oil, pesticides I bought and never used, and old cans of paint to the recycling center for twenty years, I think I’m a pretty patient person, though I do understand that in this case patience might be confused for procrastination.

I’ve been waiting for the new grass to grow for a couple of weeks now, and I still don’t have the lawn that I earnestly promised the dog would be there in no time. True, most of the seed may have been washed away when the back yard was turned into a river after the downpour a week or so ago, but I thought that all that rain would have made the grass that was left grow at least a couple of inches a day, and almost nothing has happened. It’s grown an inch in about two weeks. I wanted a foot.

So, I kind of lost it, went to the nursery and bought a few potted grasses to help fill in my incipient lawn. By “a few” I mean 35, which will make this the most expensive lawn in history, but at least it will look like something is happening.

The green grass on the right side of the path is Poa annua. It’s growing well. I don’t want it.

Most of the grass is blue grama (Bouteloua gracilis), very drought tolerant and once the “lawn” has established I might water it once a month. I won’t have to mow it because that’s done for me, by outside agents.

Other grasses include galleta (Pleuraphis jamesii), buffalograss (Buchloe dactyloides), silver beard grass (Achnatherum hymenoides), bluebunch wheatgrass (Pseudoregneria spicata), wolfgrass (Lycurus setosus), alkali sacaton (Sporobolus airoides), etc.

It will probably turn out to be a chaotic mess but I won’t know that until everything gets growing. And I can hardly wait.

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