having benefited from last summer’s mistakes I can confidently look next door and say daaaaaayummn!

my lawn has survived the summer and my next door neighbor’s, which during the spring we were battling neck and neck, has not.
it was like murphy’s law of horticulture. his wife was feeding the geese loaves of bread which was basically offering them the Motel 6 leave-the-light-on invitation (i warned them), they cut the grass extra low, didn’t water, and put down some Ironite at the peak of summer which I think is high in nitrogen. burnt to a crisp. Now their yard looks like a giant brillo pad. haydit foem.

It was funny how the geese respected the property line. they must have remembered me running at them swinging brooms