Last night was guy night so I should have been making dinner, but I got out of it by agreeing to mow the lawn instead. And if that sounds like a good deal to you, you’re probably a guy.
It really, really needed mowing. Actually, it needed mowing already on Tuesday but My Darling B won’t miss a dance lesson; come hell or high water, we’ll be waltzing Matilda at least once a week and no damn lawn mowing is going to get in the way of that. And Wednesday night we were really super busy with something very important only I’ve forgotten what it was now and it will probably stay forgotten until about two-thirty in the morning when I won’t be able to find a pen and paper to write it down after waking up in a cold sweat.
So I didn’t get to mow it until last night, and by then the grass was ankle-deep and the dandelions were twice as high. It was so thick I couldn’t walk at a normal pace without clogging the mower. I had to take it so slow that at times I looked like an old geezer hobbling along on a walker instead of a guy mowing his lawn. It was like mowing salad.
Anybody know a good way to keep down dandelions that doesn’t involve calling Chemlawn? We like dandelions, but this year our front yard looks like a scene from a movie about invaders from space that look remarkably like dandelions, taking over the world one lawn at a time, starting with ours. The neighbor to the north of us has Chemlawn or Weed Guys come in every year and last night I could see the dividing line between her lawn and ours. On her side, lush, green grass. On our side, dandelions. Millions of ’em.
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hook it to the end of hose and spray. That is the only way I’ve had it work.
Sorry, not an option. We’re gonna go with heavily seeding the yard with the thickest grass we can find and not cutting it any closer than three inches, to try to crowd the weeds out. Let you know how it goes.
I’m going to try not weed-b-gonning this year. I cut higher too.
It’s not doing much good yet, although to be fair I haven’t got much of a lawn because I don’t much care what it looks like. This year, though, the dandelions exploded all over the place. It’s almost like they’re daring me to do something, so I spend the day with the weed eater hacking them down. Worked better than the lawn mower.