It’s Always Something

It’s always something, to quote Roseanne Roseannadanna. After years of drought and webworm invasion, we finally had our grass replaced by a professional as our attempts didn’t go well.

We grow St. Augustine which does not grow by seed and it must be replaced by sod that grows with spreading stolens.  Part of the first batch died and we had it replaced.  It was looking great.

Then someone decided to drive through our front yard.  It happened mid-morning on a Sunday.  Unbelievably, the car missed the sprinkler heads (which had just been tuned up) and the fire hydrant at the top of the photo.

Of course, they did not stop and admit to ruining our grass. Yup, it’s always something.


22 Comments on “It’s Always Something”

  1. shoreacres says:

    Oh, my gosh. Every now and then I see tire tracks through our nearby median, and once someone took out a young live oak, but I can imagine your frustration level outstripped that of our city landscaper. Thank goodness your sprinkler system survived. All I could think about re: the hydrant was, “Maybe if the driver had hit that, it would have damaged the vehicle and made it possible to track it down.”

  2. janesmudgeegarden says:

    Rotten devil!

  3. Deb says:

    How frustrating! Be much easier to work with if the person would just stop to apologize about the mess up, with a polite… I’ll help fix it!

  4. What happened to the other two rounds of St Augustine?

    • After the drought we replaced it with a professional. After the webworms we replaced it with garden store grass. After the flood we had professionals do it, but some of their grass died and they replaced it. It was finally looking great until the car drove through it. We have had years of frustration.

  5. Ann Coleman says:

    I’m so sorry! How horrible they did that to your new lawn, and didn’t even bother to stop and apologize. Thank goodness they missed the sprinklers…

  6. Tina says:

    It’s too bad and I wish you better luck this time. Maybe some nice, big trees or shrubs planted could dissuade your errant driver(s).

  7. tonytomeo says:

    Oh my! When we were still in school, my colleague maintained the home garden of a family who owned a resort hotel and restaurant in town. Their home landscape was not too flashy but had one very colorful bed full of perennials and annuals at the curb. It was the prettiest spot in the neighborhood. We could not believe that of all places for a car to leave the roadway, it happened to go through that bed. My home happened to be at the end of a road, so people often spun around in my front lawn to turn around. It was not landscaped.

    • It is hard to believe people would intentionally drive in a yard.

      • tonytomeo says:

        It was very likely accidentally at the client’s home. I can not imagine that anyone would have done that intentionally. My home was quite rural, but just across the tracks from an ‘out-of-town’ bar. People often got dropped off or picked up on the road out front. It was a good spot to spin a car around. If I still lived there, I probably would have fenced a small part of the front garden close to the housee so that I could grow what I want to grow, but I probably would have left the outer part of the front garden for such rowdiness. It is messy, but healthy.

  8. Sheryl says:

    Ugh . . . it’s so hard to understand why someone would drive across a lawn. Thank goodness the sprinkler heads were missed.

  9. Scoundrel! He should be horse whipped! It’s like the mailbox smashers, I’ve no use for them.


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