Yep. You read that right. We recently laid sod in the barnyard. How ridiculous is that? But my Excellent Friend Nancy was giving away some and I had bare places in the barnyard where I wanted grass. Match made in heaven.
For a while, I’ve had this dream of re-seeding some of those bare areas, but when I thought it through—something I don’t usually do— of course the chickens would eat all the seed, so I’d need to put a fence around the seeded areas and then there’s all that watering and…aaugh. I had resigned myself to not having more grass out there…until the sod fell in my lap.
The ground was like concrete. Very Excellent Husband Don got the rototiller out and it bounced along the top of the dirt like a skipping rock across water. Shovels were brought out. I stood on mine with both feet and jumped up and down and…not much. So Don did the hard labor and I mostly watched and petted the goats.
Then, the animals thought they’d help a little. Brandy, always the first to lend a helping hand, jumped in—or should I say up—first.
Don dug, rototilled and evened the ground. I lugged the sod rolls off the truck and rolled them out. More help came along…
But in the end the humans prevailed.
I’ve been watering it every day and it’s looking quite nice. The other grass spreads so quickly into the flowerbeds. I wish it would do the same here and spread into the gaps. Hopefully with all that watering it will.
Another day, another project complete in the barnyard. With a little help from my friends.