Eco-Grass

I can see my neighbor peeking out of the very edge of his window, shaking his fist in a jealous rage as he spits "curse your damned eco-grass" through his clenched teeth.

Of course that's not at all true... I just have a vivid imagination. In truth, T is probably rolling his eyes at the big bald spots left all over my back yard as I continue to labor month after month to turn crabgrass into lawn. Sweating to convert what used to be a yard filled with coarse weeds into a lush cool climate meadow of tender, green mow-less grass. That's why they call it eco-grass.

In my mind's eye, our yard will be a carpet of soft bright green grass, bent over gently, blowing in the breeze. Instead we have patches of meadow surrounded by patches of dirt. I have read that it takes several seasons of over-seeding to fill in these dead spots. Although eventually we should end up with a lovely eco-lawn... no-mow and weed-resistant (so they say), T already has a beautiful green lush lawn.

While I'm out there with a sod cutter and a shovel manually ripping up the crabgrass in my free time over the past three summers, then scattering eco-grass seed with hopes and dreams, T just lays fresh sod every few years. He has a perfect, beautiful lawn.

But I can still see him peeking out the edge of his window shaking his fist with envy at my lush meadow of eco-grass... in my dreams at night... after I drop in bed dead tired and aching after another day of sod cutting, hauling, and seeding.