Do you remember that scene in the movie, "Close Encounters of the Third Kind", when Richard Dreyfuss throws various parts of his yard and house into the living room to build a mountain? The joke around the Goodwin house this weekend is that I have arrived at my "Close Encounters", mountain in the living room moment.
You see, Noel and Lily and I sat down a couple weeks ago and we had this crazy idea to tear up our lawn and build a garden maze with a little grassy play area inside the maze. Nancy was amused when we showed her our plans, but I don't think she took them seriously until today, when the girls and I rolled up the sod like sleeping bags and hammered stakes in the ground with the precision of a seasoned survey crew.
We're going to call it the "Year of Plenty Community Garden". We don't really need 2,000 square feet of garden for ourselves, so we asked a couple of friends who can't have a garden, to take a couple of rows and plant what they like. I'm a little worried about the weeds that will start plotting their attack tonight, now that there is bare ground where the grass used to be, but I don't think we'll miss the lawn much. The mowing, the fertilizing, the invasive clover tentacles, brown spots that never go away no matter how much I water them, the dandelions, etc. Come to think of it, now that we're not "chemically treating" the dandelions, I think we'll just eat them. I hear their leaves are kind of like Mustard Greens.
We haven't figured out where to put the mountain of sod yet. Maybe the living room?