Last night, just before the sun set, in the pouring rain, John, Jet and I laid down an acre's worth of prairie grass on the denuded lawn left bare by the contractors that did the xerascaping on the rest of the yard. They'd driven on it and dug bits of it up, and the only chance we had was last night, before the snows came down.
Jet was stomping around in the mud in his boots and getting his thick coat all muddy, but he had two layers on under that. I was layered up and spreading seed low, low, low, as the high wind was trying to take it all away from me. John raked until he couldn't anymore, and then I raked what I could into the muddy earth after he took Jet inside and they got warm by the fire after shedding all their wet stuff.
Thank Creation for Lush's Hot Java Bath Bomb.