seeds for a greener tomorrow…

It’s tough trying to attain the perfect lawn. There are so many factors going against the average homeowner – long dry summers, fungus, persistent mushrooms and neighborhood dogs doing their business on them. Trying to keep my fescue healthy, luscious and green feels like a full time job at times. I’ve personally had a hell of a time this year trying to keep my lawn full and green especially since we’ve been under water restrictions for most of the year. Since I didn’t fare so well this year, I’m currently prepping the lawn for next season in hopes that things will turn out better next year. So, I spent a day earlier this week overseeding the lawn. There were a couple of bare spots that needed special care as well. Well, this morning I noticed some birds as well as some squirrels enjoying some of the seeds I laid down on those bare spots. I really got pissed seeing that happen. especially since I purchased the expensive name brand seeds this time around. I wonder if they even noticed that they were eating “gourmet” seeds. man, I can never catch a break!! …I guess I’ll head back out to spread some more seeds…
Night, field of stars above us
You pick one, we frame it with our fingers intertwined
Seeds of every generation between our hands
And the promise to teach you the little I have learned so far
Child, what will you live to do?
What have I left for you?
What will we leave behind?
You, learning as you’re growing, not yet knowing
the world isn’t always quite as beautiful as it is now
Night, field of stars above us
I pick one and name it for you and all who are to come…
Seeds by Brooke Fraser
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from the album Albertine
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“gourmet seeds”, that’s funny. i mean, it created a funny image.
not laughing at your attempts of getting a green lawn. there’s a few bald patches in our once nice back lawn. em, a few got scalped a little too closely and the others are from the hot summer we had.