The mower will be out of the shed soon in the yard of my dear wife Karen and I’s Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
A good portion of our backyard is looking lush, considering it’s the year-round playground for Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle. Playground-plus, actually, if you know what I’m saying about doggie needs.
I’d estimate that 80 percent of the grass is coming back green. Directly behind the screened porch is looking good, if I ignore the dog-dug holes and uneven ground left by the roots from the biggest tree in Eastwood we had taken out three springs ago because of its double-trunk and overgrown proportions.
To the left, though, against the fence that separates our grounds from that of Good Neighbor Tim and his delightful wife Lorraine, brown and beige prevails.
I don’t quite know if a disease took hold in that spot from our huge snow pile that refused to melt from the first of the year until this month or Ellie B picked that as a favorite watering ground this winter. It does appear wetter than the rest of the yard.
If it doesn’t bounce back naturally, I’ll have to read up and devise a plan of action. I’m not a fertilizer guy. I don’t need golf course- or baseball stadium-quality lawn to make me happy.
Oh, I almost forgot. That is the spot where Karen just last night suggested we put a flowering cherry tree. We’d have to fence off the rectangle from the dog’s advances this year. Dig it.
One more good look at the bad spot, with an artistic touch.
Has your lawn come back healthy or not this year, and what have you figured out about it? Do you fertilize your lawn, or let nature do its thing, and why? Do your pets force your yard strategies, and in what ways?