No act of kindness goes unpunished. I relearn this lesson all the time.
Last summer when we had the worst drought ever, I decided to save water by not watering our lawn more than once a week. Unlike most of our neighbors, we don’t have an underground watering system that keeps all the little grass blades bathed in a perfect, almost daily shower of water.
At our house, I’m the watering system [to date still above ground] that drags hoses and water sprinklers around the yard in a somewhat random, well-intentioned manner. I do my best. And usually my best is just fine because Mother Nature cooperates with me and provides some addition water to the area.
But not last summer.
Now that spring is almost here and we can see the results of my let’s-be-kind-to-the-planet-by-not-watering-very-much plan, we realize that we are screwed. Unlike most of our neighbors whose lawns look whole and alive, we have a lawn with mange that will cost a bundle– a break the bank sort of bundle— to fix.
Or so says the guy from the landscaper company who came over the other day to talk with me about this situation. And I believe him because it’s a reputable company. And I believe him because my online research on the costs of having a professional company reseed a lawn in the spring say the same thing.
Unfortunately I have no pithy conclusion to this story of dead grass woe. Perhaps something good is yet to come from my save-the-water kindness. I dunno. Right now all I see is a mess with a big price tag that will keep me snarling for many months to come.