We have a beautiful grass out in the wildflower/weedy area. It was a gift from Marge, Far Guys Godmother. She was and still is a heck of a gardener. She has hit a rough patch the past couple of months..and one day she said to me “Don’t go talking about me on that blog of yours.” Now there is a very fine line between talking and writing about someone.
So I won’t say how every year on February 15 the phone rings and it is Marge remembering her Godson’s birthday.
I won’t say how she shared some of her very invasive grass or how she smiled when it left her yard.
We planted it out on a mound of soil..and we enjoy it all winter long..I have no idea what this grass is called and you know what I don’t care…we call it Marge Grass:)