Relative Something

While I have been toiling to prepare the dirt along our driveway and in the back pasture for grass seed, one thought keeps going through my mind. We are working hard to nurture grass seeds to germinate. Preparing the soil, distributing the seeds, raking the seeds into the dirt, spreading straw over the top, and watering the area in an effort to establish a carpet of green where previously there was none.

Meanwhile, grass has grown in front of our hay shed despite a total lack of effort from us to make that happen.

Over and over yesterday while raking, my mind reviewed the unlikely fact that grass seed falling from baled hay lands on the hardened gravel drive. The soil wasn’t prepared for seeds. We never watered that area. It gets too much sun. Vehicles drive over it. We don’t want grass to grow there.

Despite all the reasons grass should not sprout there, it has done so with unbelievable effectiveness.

It’s just plain wacky. It’s an imbalance in the universe. It defies logic.

Don’t mind me, that’s just a little grass gripe I harbor. Let’s end this post on a more positive note. How about a photogenic ground cover in the rocks just beyond our front steps?

Add to that a shot of the golden sunset Cyndie captured the other day:

Beautiful, no?

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