This summer started out dry. Way too dry. Dry as a bone. Weeks passed with so little rain that the grass was crunchy underfoot.

We still haven’t gotten a lot of rain but we’ve had some. Enough to break the drought.

And turn the grass soft. And make it grow. And grow. And grow. Until now we need to cut it. Again.

The thing is, we live on sugar sand with a thin layer of sandy loam on top so rainwater goes right through. Our yard never floods or gets muddy because the rain goes right through that sand to whatever is beneath it. That means that we cut the grass three times a year. Maybe four.

We cut the grass last week and we’ve had a couple of inches of rain since. So why does it need to be cut again?

It’s not fair.

Think I’ll borrow my daughter’s horses to do the job for me.