Don't Care How, I Want It Now

As I mentioned before, I've been working on our yard for a while now. Trenching in particular took much longer than I expected. With winter (the temperatures are below 90 now) and (more importantly) a bit of mental fatigue setting in, I decided to cave and put in sod instead of seed. At about 7 last night two palettes were dropped off at my house, and by 10:30, we had a lawn.

I'm pretty skeptical of those commercials for the toasted sandwiches that you supposedly cook in the microwave, but I'm now a believer in instant grass. We'll see how it does in the long run, but it's good to finally see some fruit from my labor.





Pete the turtle was not around to see it, though (which was good, because I needed my wheelbarrow back). No, he didn't die despite having to rely on me for care - someone (a neighbor about 7 houses down) called & claimed him. I'm not sure how he got out, but I wasn't too sad about not having to figure out what to do with him if no one had called.