Grass

Last night's heavy fog left us a thick coat of ice stuck on the brush, trees, and grounds, here at the farm. A good time for picture taking. Sophie has gotten so used to the things I do, that at the moment she sees me grabbing my camera,she knows that it is a sure unspoken statement that we are going for a short walk.

Now my complaint..........grass.

I spent the last part of yesterday afternoon, until sundown, clearing the flower/asparagus bed that surrounds my greenhouse fence. The small area that my greenhouse sits on was once made and used as a small garden by the folks who previously lived here. I used it for that same purpose, and then for flowers for the first couple of years I was here as well, even placing a chicken wire fence around the posts to keep varmints out. Now the greenhouse takes up half of it and I have room for my potting table and to grow some things if I wish to do so. The asparagus was here when I moved in and has done very well in production. In the rest of the bed, I plant flowers of one kind or another. No matter how hard I work to cut and clear, grass always comes back and grows the thickest I have ever seen! You know, it's funny, where I want grass to grow, and no matter how much I water and take care of it,.......it doesn't grow like the pictures in the magazines show.........and where I don't want grass to grow, and spend all of my time and strength to dig it out..........it grows supremely well! Isn't there a Murphey's Law about grass somewhere?? I am sure there is!