I never run out of stuff to talk about as long as some people are around.
The resident freak is at it again. I heard earlier this spring that he wasn't happy with his lawn. There are dead spots and totally bare spots that are driving him crazy. And of course, getting ours redone hasn't helped his ego any, considering the amount of time he wastes on it.
So, the thought was, he was going to kill it off and have it redone. Like ours.
Cool. I'll let him.
But I could tell his wife wasn't too thrilled with the idea of him tackling the project. I can only guess she gets as frustrated as we do about some of his behavior. But that is her issue.
Well, last night he stopped me and told me about his research so far concerning the lawn replacement. Seems he found a "SUPER Bermuda" grass that is supposed to withstand all the tortures that do in a normal lawn.
Now this is mostly a fescue neighborhood. Nothing like a covenant controlling this, just a preference. And since we have wild Bermuda all over the place, it is a never ending battle to keep the stuff at bay.
I even commented about that fact. "Bet the neighbors are going to love hearing that. What makes it so 'SUPER'?"
"Well, it's very attractive and thin bladed. (BFD) And it will overrun wild Bermuda so the whole lawn looks consistent."
Fantastic. Not only is he wanting to plant Bermuda, but Bermuda that is capable of choking out the wild Bermuda everyone is already fighting.
I don't think he will be getting too many Christmas cards this year.
Lawns happen.
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