It was a sad moment at 12:05 am on Monday, September 12. All the week prior, we noticed that our grass was turning brown. We thought it was maybe due to lack of watering (although Brandon has spent his life this year on those darn sprinklers getting them just right.) Bur right after we said our couples prayer, Brandon said, “Oh no! I think I know why our grass is dying.” We both ran out to the shed (me in my robe –eeeh!) to confirm our worst nightmare.
WE HAD SPRAYED ROUND UP ON THE ENTIRE LAWN.
I probably shouldn’t blame fingers, but literally, Brandon’ hands get the credit for this accident. In an effort to save a few dollars by buying the generic brand of weed killer, he accidentally missed the fine print and sprayed weed and grass killer.
By this point in the story, it was too late to recover any grass. So we got right to work and power raked twice, raked twice, and reseeded the entire lawn. It consumed our life for a few weeks. It’s not really what we wanted to spend time doing, but we were in a time crunch to get it planted before the water turned off for the winter.
You know that saying about the grass being greener on the other side? It’s true. But hopefully for not forever!
Proof: our yard compared to the neighbors: