It finally rained at the cottage-by-the-creek today. The kind of good, hard, soaking rain that we’ve been pining for since May. But it’s still not enough. My poor grass is brown and dry and crunchy. And it doesn’t help that my house was built on a rock pile. Literally. When they put the railroad through town, they deposited all the rocks right here… and in 1952 a brick Cape Cod sprang up on top of the pile of rocks. There’s not much earth underneath her. Hence the pitifully brown grass.
So I’m pining for a bit o’ the green. And rain. And a reason to start my lawn mower. I haven’t cut the back grass in over a month. No need to, really. I cut the front before I went to Norfolk just because…
Maybe I need a lucky Leprechaun to oversee my cottage garden like this one is doing. I spied him a few weeks ago at the Buffalo Garden Walk. His owners must water. I took pretty good care of my flower garden this summer but just can’t afford to water the lawn… I miss soft green grass, the sound of the rain on the awning, and the smell of worms on my driveway. I suspect I’m not alone since this drought is pretty widespread. Anybody else pining for a bit o’ the green?
Originally posted on Cottage and Creek.