I hated it. When we signed our lease they agreed to let me plant grass. I said we wouldn’t take the place if I couldn’t.
Sometime in early March, I spent an entire Saturday cutting away the plastic and relocating the rocks. I created a border around the fence & plants and made a pathway around the hose area and along the side of the house.
I thought eventually, I would plant seed or lay some sort of grass. But even in this state, my husband and I agreed that it was better than the rocks.
And then last week, a little truck drove up and three men hopped out selling organic grass seed and soil. We couldn’t refuse the deal …for what took them 45 minutes would have taken me an entire weekend.
And now, one week later, we have the beginnings of a front lawn.
And it makes me smile every day.