Green, Green Grass!!!

Remember the song "Red, Red Wine"? Well, I often find myself humming my own lyrics to the melody of that song. It goes something like this...

Green, Green Grass
Its up to you
All I can do, I've done
Grow Baby Grow...


Green, Green Grass you make me feel so fine...you keep me pumping all of the time...etc.

Now to understand why I love my grass so dearly you have to understand that I have had a serious dirt and weed pile for two years. In fact I have hated my dirt and weed pile so much, earlier this year I plowed over my weeks with my car. I never realized just how closely my neighbors watched what I do, but it just so happened that everyone on my block happened to see me in my car driving around my yard plowing down my dead 4 foot tall weeds. What makes this tragic is that they all then tattle-tailed on me to my husband at church. Scott had been out of town and was never suppose to know how the weeds "fell down". I got in a little bit of trouble. Anyway, we finally have grass. It is wonderful and I do sing to myself about my green grass because it is fabulous, I am no longer the white-trash yard on the street, and I appreciate the sacrifices and hard work it took for my man to buy me this luscious grass. (Thanks Scotty) Here are a few pictures of the grass being put in.

 
 
 

Now this picture is one dear to my heart. Please do not be offended!

 

Now if you only see that my Dylan has pulled his pants down in public (which I never taught him and do not think is okay)to urinate, you might not understand why his mother finds this endearing. But upon closer inspection if you look a little closer you will notice that Dylan has chosen to urinate on our neighbors yard, thus saving and securing the life and growing success of my dear green, green grass. (I'm sure threatening him with his life to stay off the grass until it had taken root also helped.)

What a Sweet Child