This is our front yard…

Actually, wait a minute.  You shouldn’t look at this unprepared.  Go get yourself a cup of tea, a stiff drink, or a bowl of ice cream.  Whatever fortifies you in your times of need.

You ready?

Okay.

This is our front yard:

Frontyard

Pretty grim, eh? We’ve got logs that still haven’t been shipped off to the sawmill, the infamous Drip-o-Matic shingle dipping station (version 2.1!), a canoe and kayak that really should be stored in a more appropriate manner, random detritus laying hither and yon, and dead trees clogging the background.  And, of course, it’s all brought together by the unifying beauty of fill and topped off by our plasticked porch. It had better be unplasticked for enjoyment pretty soon considering that it is getting warm out and the time between when it gets warm and when the black flies and mosquitoes come out is pretty short, but that’s another story.

Yes, our front yard is extremely depressing.   This past weekend it was sunny and beautiful out and Cherie spent a good deal of time lamenting that she couldn’t take the baby out and spend the afternoon on the grass, because there was no grass.  There’s not likely to be grass anytime soon, either. It was looking like our kid would have to grow up without grass and that just doesn’t seem right.

So it was quite a nice surprise when Cherie came home from work on Monday to discover that Michael had done this:

Patch

That’s a nice layer of topsoil that’s been seeded with grass seed. 

Yes, he planted his wife and daughter a little grass patch. Say it together, everyone:  Awwwwww.

Annabel is very excited and is ready to get in there and start on her first grass stains:

Testingthegrass

Sorry, sweetheart.  It’s not quite ready yet.  The package says germination takes five days.  But then we’ll have a picnic.