Sand.
Our back yard, which is full of sand (and ugliness).
As awful as it is, it is 100% better than it was when we moved in.
Matt tried very, very hard to make it grow, and he's a pretty good grass grower.
4.5 years, and we just never could make it grow.
4.5 years, and we just never could make it grow.
(Ha! Look how freely I use the word "we." I had absolutely no part in the backyard grass endeavor. As evidence of how much Matt likes to grow grass, I submit that he emailed me a photo of the sprinkler heads after they popped up at the new house this week. I call him "Yard Man.")
BTW, this is a photo of our septic tank, which was cleaned last week. I wanted to remember exactly where it is located.
Pollen.
Every year it. is. horrendous.
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