Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I thought that was what Daniel was saying. If it's going to be mown, it has to be mown when young. They don't want people "scalping" it after it's grown large.
The stuff is really beautiful. And it's really cushy to walk on. If you put a picnic blanket on it, it'd be the most comfortable picnic you'd ever had on the ground.
Spidra, are you putting it in at your place?
My no-mow lawn solution is to get rid of the grass.
I'm lobbying for doing so. I really hope I can. Before I knew what kind of grass it was, I went to the cemetery and looked for seed. I don't know whether it's due to the species possibly not seeding much or whether I came at the wrong time, but there wasn't all that much seed to be had. I took what I could and put it in a pot at home and some of it has sprouted. My plan was to slowly convert the backyard bit by bit, if financial constraints made me have to do it that way.
My lawn is in back. The currently landscaping reduces the amount of lawn but hasn't gotten rid of it. I have a deck in back and would like to be able to use that area as a stage at times, which means having some open space the audience can congregate on. The front yard is almost entirely juniper hedge. It's low maintenance at least. As I get more money for it, I'll do edible landscaping there, choosing fruits Americans aren't as familiar with so I won't have a big problem with trespassing (I live on a major street and my 'hood isn't the safest).
Wow, that no-mow looks pretty. I wonder if it would tolerate our weather. We don't have any soft grass here, just super tough hardy stuff. When I visit up north I love to run barefoot in the soft grass.
Here's another company with a different mix of fescue. They have a map showing what range it can be grown in. [link]
It's definitely not a seriscaping kind of grass. It needs water. I plan on figuring out a way to pump the graywater from the tub into the garden.
Do you have rain barrels? I keep meaning to install some here, but with the baby and the apathy, haven't managed to do so.
Heck, I've still got last fall's mulch (in bags) in the back yard.
Next weekend, hell or high water, I HAVE to move the currants from the front yard to the back, and plant something in their place in the front. But that's next weekend.
This weekend is me hanging out inside with Lillian while Paul and his parents put up the fence we started a year ago.
Boo. That's what I figured. The pretty grass would die a painful and quick death in this climate.
Everyone just finally left my mother's house for a birthday party for my stepfather and his twin brother. I am amazed that only 14 people can manage to be so loud.
Yes, but Laura, you can grow MANGOS.
Which totally trump pretty grass.
So, SA was here visiting me this weekend, and last night we got dressed up, including corsets and (p)leather, and had much fun. And there were, of course, pictures. (Most pictures taken by The Boy, who was more than happy to watch hot girls lace each other into corsets....)
(Also, in these pictures, the only things that SA is wearing that belong to her are her boots and her corset. The pleather pants, necklace, earrings, and stockings [which you can't see] are mine, and the long PVC gloves belong to The Boy.)
Lacing up.
A little more.
And a little more.
Just a little more.
Laced up.
SA = HOTT.
Guh.
Gah.
Meep.
Me showing off my new shoes.
Being dorks.
Smooch.
Gosh, look at those.
And, presto! I will change you into a sex goddess!