That great philosopher, Kermit the Frog, once said it wasn't easy being green. Although I have much respect for Mr. Frog, and his human Jim Henson, I beg to differ. The reverse is true.
Being green is easy. Especially if you live in the country. In the northeast. And you have a really wet spring.
It's the middle of June and our grass is going crazy. Of course, this is the first time in 17 years that a trip of goats wasn't keeping the lawn in check. (believe me, goats really ARE a trip!)
I cannot tell a lie. This is not my lawn, it's a nearby Amish grain field, but my lawn looks a lot like this. Just ask my garden tractor. We just finished a two hour argument over the lawn. JAS--"you can do it." LT--"Are you CRAZY? You need to bale this stuff."
Of course, the Great Bundini is happy, very happy with her daily wad of luscious greens, aren't you Bundini?
I told you about these hidden lawn beauties here when I wrote about their sad demise.
But others have moved in, and they are just as wonderful to behold.
Of course, today they went the way of their predecessors. (thank you, Mister Lawn Tractor.)
Tune in next week for the next exciting installment of "American Idle."