So I took matters into my own hands, with an assist from the weather. Before the first stage of El Niño hit last week, I tilled the soil and planted grass seed. Then it rained for four days straight.
The eyesore above is the before picture. Now, every morning, I get to check the growth, and I’m on my way to a real lawn. Soon, when I put Ricky on the lead out there, he won’t come back in looking like Pigpen.
If the grass is always greener on the other side, why don’t we all just go over there? Problem solved.