A little more than two weeks ago Jimmy scattered about 1-1/2 pounds of winter rye grass seed on the little patch of bare ground outside our camper here at the Sandollar RV Park in Rockport, Texas … then the weather turned unseasonably cold and windy.
Each day we inspected our 5-foot by 15-foot plot of sandy dirt … and nothing. Not a blade of grass in sight. I lamented that we did something wrong, but my neighbor, Myron Scott, from Kansas encouraged us to be patient and keep watering.
There was still nothing visible last Wednesday when I left for a five-day visit with my sister in Austin. Then this past weekend the weather started turning a few degrees warmer each day and by Sunday the sun emerged and so did the grass. Today I am truly amazed to go out and look at an inch of grass where just three weeks ago was sand and rock.
Simple things. Little blessings. Big pleasure.
Photo: Emerging grass (Julianne G. Crane)