Newton

For your enjoyment, my cat Newton this morning. Because what the internets need is another cute cat picture. I do love him, even if he's a miserable little bastard.

Tiny Lawn Update

Behold my tiny lawn! At a mere three weeks from seeding to first mowing I can personally declare it barefoot-friendly. Yes, there are still weeds popping up through the cracks in the patio. Yes, the paint is peeling off the deck. Yes, those are most of the twenty-odd bags of mulch still waiting to be spread. But I have grass. And flowers. This long neglected yard is getting whipped into shape, one tiny area at a time. I think this is one of those labor of love thangs.

Balance Regeneration Wine

People I Don't Know Who Want to be My Friend

At the risk of showing off my cultural ignorance, I'll ask this question. Are these even real names? And why do they want to be friends with an old lady who lives in Colorado? We have no mutual friends and their profiles are mostly blank. I know, they are likely fake accounts that will eventually disappear, but I've never gotten friend requests from five of them in one week before. I'll just sit back and feel special. 

Baby Grass!

Meanwhile, Out in the Back Forty

Sometimes you need to admit you're out of spoons and it is time to call in the professionals. Landscaper-type people, that is. Two fellows with approximately ten times the upper body strength as moi showed up on Saturday afternoon. It took them two hours to clear this area of weeds, rocks, and stubborn plastic netting* and till it into a space that will eventually be my barefoot-grass lawn. I know, it's only about 100 square feet of space, but that is all I'm willing to commit to watering and keeping weed free. Bound by the flagstone patio, a section of deck, a sidewalk, and a border of blanket flowers and yarrow, this patch of dirt has been sprinkled with grass seed and will be watered with loving attentive care. With any luck, there will be baby grass before fall turns to winter. I don't know about you, but I will enjoy having a lawn that requires a mere ten minutes to mow. And that includes getting the mower out of the garden shed. 

*remnants,I am told, of a previously sodded-in lawn that eventually perished.