I never thought I'd say this, but I have lawn envy. It's not like I don't have enough going on in this house to occupy my time (a master bedroom headboard that needs making, paintings that have yet to be hung, cabinet doors that need hinging) but every stinkin' time I look out our front/side/back windows, I get lawn envy.
Me. A girl. With lawn envy.
We have fabulous neighbors. They're a bit younger than our parents, the wife a retired nurse (woo-hoo!), the husband (well, we're not sure what he does, other than mow his lawn. more on this later) and two college age kids that are always home and always willing to help a pregnant lady unload an SUV full of groceries. I mean, hello? Who wouldn't love neighbors who shower you with homemade cookies, wine glasses and a plant upon move in? They truly seem like great people- and it doesn't hurt that they have a gorgeous in-ground pool. Pregnant women LOVE pools, I'm pretty sure.
Ok, so back to our lawn issue. The previous homeowners, I fear, did not care much for their lawn. In fact, I'm not even sure they realized they had any. It was overgrown and full of bald spots. Our garden? I'm not even sure you can call it that- looks like someone with what they thought was a green thumb threw up all over it. There's a random rhododendron bush planted next to a rose bush, planted amongst some vinca with a random smattering of tulips and an unknown purple flower thrown in. The rhododendron is in full sunlight! Didn't these people know rhododendrons like shade?!
Two words. Garden vomit.
When you think of our neighborhood, think Pleasantville. Plush green lawns, perfectly manicured gardens. Children playing nicely in their front yards. Dogs sunning themselves on front porches. I hate to say it, but our neighborhood is disgustingly perfect. And I love it! But I don't love our lawn. And lawns are not easy to fix overnight. Unless you live in a show on HGTV network. Which we do not. Dagger.
Re-enter our neighbor, who comes home from work early, every fourth day, to weed whack, edge and mow his lawn. Now, for once, I'm not trying to be funny. When I say every fourth day, I truly mean every fourth day. At 2pm. He's out there. Weeding, whacking, edging and mowing. His yard? Makes our yard look like the "before" picture on the backs of fertilizer and grass seed bags. Woof.
It's pathetic. But the good news is? We're trying. We've seeded. And on most days? I remember to water the bald spots. And when my parents came to visit? My mom helped me fill three huge planters full of gorgeous flowers for both our deck and our porch. You know, because a little splash of color goes a long way. But I still have lawn envy. Me. A girl. With lawn envy.
I should probably cut back on all of the HGTV I've been watching...