My lawn is a mess. Dead grass, soggy sod, mud puddles along the curb and patches of lawn displaced from shoveling and plowing. I've got fallen branches and sticks from the big oak tree and even some litter along the back fence line from months of accumulation.
It's a beautiful site. And I'm loving every minute of it.
Really. I'm not even being sarcastic or anything. I love this time of year. Just moments after the last of the big snow piles have melted and everything smells musty and damp and slightly decaying. It is in these tiny moments when we realize that it's not all dead... it's the moment before everything wakes up from a long winter slumber. And soon - very soon - the flowers will pop their heads out from the dirt and announce that Spring really is here.
So yes, I love dead grass. Because it's not really dead - it was just sleeping under the snow.