“Let’s go stab some grass!” I told my 8-year-old son.
That’s just what the pediatrician ordered for an 8-year-old boy who sometimes gets so bored he just throws himself on the floor for entertainment.
If you’ve followed this blog, you might know that we are not the best tenders of grass, usually letting nature take its weedy course. In our case, this has led to a backyard that is nearly one half clover.
A few years ago, we used to have wild bunnies that would come visit—all named Carrot—and they would eat the clover, as the clover’s natural predator, and then fertilize the grass with their little pellets. Ah, nature in balance.
But then our neighbor allowed their cat outdoors. And, while we love him, he does not curtail the clover population. And the bunnies have vamoosed. (Though his visits have led my son to compose a chanting song with the refrain: “Fertilizing Cat Poop!”)
Back to the grass: We are too cheap to pay for a lawn service and wary of long-term pesticide use, thus the scarcity of actual lawn. Still, late in the season as it was even last week, I thought I’d give grass seed a shot. With wooden stakes we bought at Halloween (don’t ask) we started “aerating” the back yard by stabbing holes in the ground, whack-a-mole style.
“This is fun!” my son noted of his Medieval weaponry.
My daughter, meanwhile, demurely declined, holing up inside the castle.