Sorry it's taken me so long to post. I was actually kind of busy the last week in February and the first two weeks in March, and then I was just so out of the habit that I didn't post anything for a while. Plus, nothing terribly exciting has happened, so I wasn't sure what to write about.
But now I have a story to tell you all...
I remember spring days in Reno, when the weather would finally become consistently warm enough that people with lawns would decide that it was time to make them green again. So you'd go out and water, or turn on your sprinkler system, and maybe do some fertilizing or aeration. And you would carefully and consistently work at it until, hopefully, your lawn was revived. If you didn't care you might not put quite as much work into it; however, the bottom line was that if you wanted to make your lawn look nice, you had to make the decision and put in effort.
Well, I have discovered that here in Iowa, lawns turn green on their own. It's like magic!
The weather has been warming up quite a lot. It's been a few weeks since our high was below fifty for more than a day, and many days it has been in the sixties or even as high as the low seventies. And, in the midst of all this warmth, I noticed that the lawns (including my own, to which neither Ian nor I have done anything) were slowly starting to change color. Then, the other night, we had an amazing thunderstorm and heavy rain for a few hours, and the next morning the lawns were noticeably greener.
They look so healthy and happy and alive, and all this without any effort from anyone! I realize that if you are from Iowa this might not be quite so thrilling, but I spent a lot of my life in deserts. When you live in the desert, you have to work to make things grow.
Melissa,
ReplyDeleteLiving in the midwest for the last 25 years, that made me laugh out loud!!!! Do people really do that in Reno for the grass to turn green?
We have to beg the grass to grow around here. I remember, once upon a time, living in a land where the grass didn't have to be watered....a land called "northeastern Oklahoma." I had forgotten the magic until you discovered it there, in Iowa, once again.
ReplyDeleteYes, Connie, as my mom says, we have to beg the grass to grow. :) It doesn't happen naturally.
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