Leaves of grass

I walked outside this weekend to inspect my barren dirt and was shocked and elated to find tiny grasslings sprouting up through the brownness.  Admittedly, at the moment my few sparsely protruding blades of fledgling grass aren’t even impressive enough to resemble the hairs on Pig Pen’s head, but that’s okay by me.  Because what at the moment looks like this:

new_growth

is almost certain to look like this in just a few more days:

the_dream

Right?

Well, fine, I suppose the likelihood is that by the time the annual summer drought swings into full bloom around here by Memorial Day, my full, glorious lawn is realistically probably going to resemble something else altogether:

reality

But a fellow can dream, can’t he?

Pud’n

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