Like Watching Grass Grow

There is something about having your own little piece of property that makes you obsessed with grass. We had some work done in the back of the house that left with zero grass. I started the season with pure dirt and rocks. Since then, I have been near OCD about seed spreading, watering and the casual observation of said grass as it peeks through the soil and begins to grow. I moved around the yard caring for little bits at a time as if my grass was a pet. After dinner, I would go spend time with the grass-to-be, I would fluff it, water it, pick foreign objects away from it, scare birds and squirrels away from it...I would talk to it, encourage it, negotiate with it. Four months later, I know have Yankee Stadium-esque looking grass in my backyard and it's freakin awesome. Sure it's a mix of Kentucky, Bermuda and some crab (a result of many different seed combos), but it's my grass that I planted from scratch. I am proud of my little lawn. From now on when people say "it's like watching grass grow," I might think that's a good thing.