It is summer, and as usual, I am trying to grow grass. I’m not all that good at grass, and there are times when I think I should do as the city-folk do: Concrete everything, and spray paint the “lawn” green.

The way this works is…

I scatter grass seed. I water grass seed.

I get distracted, and grass seed burns to a crisp in the 90 degree heat, and we repeat the process.

If I were a farmer, large sections of society would have starved by now.