Go ahead... kiss 'em - your husband, your lawn boy, whoever it might be that tends to your yard. Kiss them and thank your lucky stars that your don't have to!
I have never been a person who enjoys yard work.
If the summer sun gets so hot that it turns my yard to a sickly shade of brown, I'm a happy camper. This summer I didn't water my lawn once, not once, and it stayed green! (even though I was hoping for that sickly brown color.)....I seriously think my neighbors secretly watered my lawn.
You see, with that sickly brown color comes less mowing. I hate to mow. And more than mowing, I hate to weed eat! Sickly brown burnt up grass doesn't need to be mowed or weed-eaten.
Because I despise this mundane task of cutting down something just so it can regrow and the WHOLE task can reoccur again in 5-7 days, I put it off as long as I can. This time around I did a fabulous job of putting it off.
Over Labor Day weekend, I was out of town.
Then came my birthday (...and who really wants to do yard work on their birthday??!!) and a busy week at school.
Then last weekend, I had a day out with my girls and an unplanned trip to see Spencer in AR.
So...here we are... with my grass greener and taller than it has EVER been.