Doug’s plan is to kill the grass in this stupid little strip between the garage and the fence so he doesn’t have to deal with mowing it, which makes sense to me. so we covered it with leaves. lots of leaves. I don’t see having too much grass there come springtime.
after way too long of hearing/seeing/being otherwise exposed to various political rants, opinions, name-calling and finger-pointing, the day is finally here. fingers crossed.