All you knitters with your tour-worthy gardens and blooms, check out Chez Nake-id:
Nake-id of of grass, don’t you mean?
Betweent the drought, an unfortunately placed Russian Olive and draconian water conservation measures, our lawn is no more. Mitch is engaging in serious grass mitigation—it’s going bye-bye—so we can go xeric. Pray for us. We are very poor farmers.