The third sunny day of spring finally arrived yesterday in Western Washington, where we get much more than our share of rain. My shaggy lawn commanded me, "Mow. " We did go paddle our kayaks first, but I still had to mow. I had to cut with the lawn mower at its highest setting--meaning I'd have to return again to give it the cut it usually gets. I use an electric mower, which I like better than any gas mower because it's lighter and quieter and needs no maintenance, aside from sharpening the blade. I still hate to cut the lawn, though. If only the moss would take over. I have almost as much moss as grass on my yard, but it still cannot muscle out the grass.
I put in blueberries on my side yard 2 1/2 years ago, laying down weed cloth and bark mulch on top. The grass tried to poke up where I planted the bushes. I stayed ahead of the grass and it hasn't made more than an occasional feeble effort.
It is time to own my yard again. I want to build a raised bed garden to grow food. a deer fence around it. more blueberry bushes.
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