Muttering to myself, I was kneeling in damp dirt at 8:17 a.m., the city bus hissing past on Lakeshore and some delivery truck idling under the big oak. The shadow from that tree eats my backyard like a black hole. I had been staring at a patch of stubborn weeds for weeks, and today I finally ripped out the last sad tuft of what I had optimistically called grass.
The dirt smelled like old leaves and wet cardboard. My knees protested. My phone buzzed with an email from work, and I ignored it because I had a different emergency: figuring out how to stop throwing money at my lawn.
Why the bluegrass failed, and how I nearly threw away $800
I almost clicked "purchase" on an $800 bag of premium Kentucky Bluegrass seed at 2 a.m., in the kind of half-delirious doom-scrolling that follows another failed weekend of reseeding. I had been three weeks deep into soil pH charts, sun-angle maps, and an embarrassing number of Reddit threads. Kentucky Bluegrass looks nice in pictures, it sounded safe, it was what a dozen landscaping companies on Google seemed to recommend under "landscaping near me." But then I read a hyper-local breakdown by, and it was like someone turned on a light.
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