Frankie ate my sock. Um-hum, it is a bit funny. Right now. Frankie eating my socks. Again.
Muddy yard work. It’s fall and yard work increases exponentially. Some mathematician is gonna get me for that comparison. It feels like it’s increased exponentially.
I finely broke down and bought two pallets of centipede sod. Ended up I got the wrong kind as Greg was recommending St. Augustine but I had spend a week talking to someone about Phelsuma cepediana (commonly called the Blue Tail Day Gecko). When I called for the sod I said I wanted “two pallets of cepediana…I mean ceppy, seppy,…what do you guys call it?” Hence I ended up with two pallets of centipede. It should be okay.
Right or wrong, the ultimate test belongs to Frankie. If Frankie eats the grass then the grass is okay. If Frankie doesn’t eat the cepediana……I mean centipede then my next door neighbor gets a free lawn make-over.
The centipede grass was a hit. As Greg and I install it in the back yard Frankie went to work grazing on it.
Don’t worry, we bought this from an organic farm. The sod is grown on soil that grew organic peanuts last year. To help keep the soil healthy, they rotate crops and this year they grew cepediana….I mean centipede grass.
I found about the sod was grown on a previously-peanut-field until the soil was delivered. All the peanut hulls and roots are on the bottom of the sod. I wasn’t worried about Frankie. I was worried about was Greg who is sensitive to peanuts. I warned Greg about it. Greg wasn’t worried about it since he wasn’t the one grazing on the soil.
So we laid the sod. Frankie taste tested each roll. We finely have a Frankie approved yard now almost fully grassed. Sod went down on 1/3 of the yard, 1/3 of the yard is the old grass and I’ve surrender the other 1/3 and call it Frankie’s slide, mud pit and worm farm. It works.
The hard work began after the sod was laid. Greg’s arms had swollen red welts that took days to return to normal (I warned him). We both would soak all the sod daily for up to two weeks regardless of how hot it is outside. In hot weather it’s like standing in your own steam bath while watering.
The greatest burden went to the grazer. Frankie had the difficult choice between the old St Augustine, Pensacola Bahia Grass, clover, weed, hay or the new cepediana…I mean centipede grass. It’s a burden Frankie doesn’t take lightly.
I can see it as he walks around the yard. It’s a bite of Bahia: light, crisp but a bit thin. A taste of St Augustine: short but stout but chewy. The small bitter clover is yummy. The plentiful new cepe..centipede grass is delicious with a slight peanut overtone. A return bite on the favorite Orchard Hay: …read more
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