I Fought The Lawn...

... and the lawn won. 

I fought the lawn, and the lawn won.

That was my version of the vintage tune  stuck in my head like an ear worm for the past week.

 I kept singing it over and over. 

And. Over.

I have no clue what the rest of the words are to the actual song so I just filled the gaps with some carefully placed doot- doot- dooting. It worked for me.  It kept my mouth occupied and away from worthless lamentation and grumbly grousing as we attempted to save both a lawn and the privilege of indoor plumbing.


The rest of this post will be short on words. Nobody wants to hear it, anyway.  I just figured that some of you might have wondered what had sidelined my flower cart for the past week.

Here's a quick recap. 

   We tried to salvage as much sod as time and strength would allow before the backhoe came. 

Time and strength didn't allow very much. 

Mr. Backhoe Man came.   

He came with his backhoe, and his big old truck and trailer, and two more tractors.  

 Which are apparently called tractors because they leave tracks, right? 

They tracked in areas not even remotely close to the trench they were digging. 

That's because the big pile of gravel that was going into said trench 

was unloaded  onto the driveway and then tracked across the lawn.

The new junction box that started the whole thing. 

The pumpkin latte that helped me cope with the whole thing. 

The tractor tracks when it was all said and done. 

(I do give them an A for leveling it off nicely.)

And here's where we are in putting it back together again, one clump at a time. 

This whackado method came on the advice of a neighbor 

who was the first one in the 'hood to survive an unfortunate septic incident. 

We'll be adding seed later in the week.

And that's all I have to offer this morning.
Yes, I know it's not the most interesting post, but it is what it is.

'Cause I fought the lawn, and the lawn won.
I fought the lawn, and the lawn won...

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Oh, and by the way?
Happy National Coffee Day!!