This is part 3 of a (highly chronologically disorganized) series about turning our front yard into a French style potager garden. In regular people’s terms, making our front yard a kitchen garden.
One of the most important things we learned in this process is an ever present question for young, new homeowners: how do we figure out what to spend money on and what to save and do ourselves?
Can we even call our “grass” sod? It was weeds disguised as grass, lots of crab grass or Bermuda grass, I’m really not sure which. I learned this- if the grass has a roots system that looks more like a tree’s root system, woody, thick, seemingly impenetrable- then there’s a problem, and what’s there is not normal grass.
In an attempt to save money, Kris started by trying to rip the sod out by hand, thinking it wouldn’t be that difficult. This was before he realized the incredibly evolved root system of Bermuda grass. In 30 minutes he got one chunk out, a line along the sidewalk.
Trust me, there is progress in this picture; it’s along the bottom edge of the grass.
Exhausted, he came back in, “Let’s rent a sod cutter,” he states. “It’ll only be about $60.” I agreed, realizing that for some things, machines work much better than slaving away out of cheapness.
Luckily, we have a tool rental Home Depot by our house and got the sod cutter for a 4 hour rental period. We used it for less than 1 hour, but 4 hours was the minimum.
The machine cut through the thick ground like a sword. It took Kris 30 minutes to get a one foot long line along the edge. With the sod cutter, he finished the rest of the area in less than 20.
Starting at the outer edges, he circled his way around a labyrinth prayer, concentric squares into the next section. Of course he was being extra cautious by the automatic sprinklers. Not like we’d used them anyways- who’d want to give weeds water.
And then, there it was half of our front yard, naked as a baby. Exposed for all our neighbors’ confusion and gossip, a symbol of the new young neighbor couple’s insanity.
Still clueless new homeowners, we thought we may be able to get rid of the sod by putting up an ad on Craigslist. FREE SOD. Apparently many people responded and 3 actually came to our house to check it out.
“It looks a little too dried out for me,” said the first.
“Not as much as I thought it would be, but thanks,” said the second.
The third curious person stopped by about 8 pm, just as I was returning home from work. I was slightly freaked out since this man in a truck seemed to be staring right at my house as I was getting out of my car and walking up the path.
“You here about the sod,” says Kris, coming out of the house to meet him.
“Yeah, but I want to take a look first,” he said smartly. “I’ve been re-doing my sister’s back yard for free with things I’ve found on Craig’s List.” Walking up behind me, he lists off the concrete, wood, and other findings he’s managed to get from the freebie listings. He stops at the edge of the path, surveying the half of the yard that remains and the other half, rolled up into neat piles for one lucky person looking for grass.
“This is mierda,” he says, using the Spanish term. “Ess-Eightch-Eye-Tee.” He looks at us as if we were idiots. Even though it’s nighttime, his annoyed mockery is palpable. “This is pure crabgrass. Weeds.” He laughs at our naïveté and his waste of time. “Did anybody really offer to take this?”
“A few people come out to see it, but they thought it was too brown,” explains Kris, starting to doubt our grass’s nature.
“You shouldn’t give this crap away to people.” Then the businessman’s voice comes out, after all, maybe this wasn’t a complete waste of his time. “Thirty dollars and I’ll haul it away for you.” Ever thrifty, we decline the offer. My husband decided he’d take the weed-sod to the dump himself the next day while he went to get some free manure at a horse stable. We thought that since it was green waste there wouldn’t be a dump fee.
The next day, Kris takes the day off work to dump the sod and shovel a different kind of ess-eightch-eye-tee, horse manure, for soil development. The dump fee for the grass-weeds-sod-whatever it was, $36, not to mention the couple of hours to shovel, haul, and toss. Thankfully the horse manure was free.