We had yet another reminder this week – of how much we appreciate having so much lawn. . . .

Jon found our Sandlot Baseball equipment in the basement. He wanted to throw ball that evening -I wanted to read blogs – his sounded a bit more like the evening metabolism might get a jolt. 🙂

What a joy.  It has been quite a few years since we have been able to play back yard baseball.

 The First house we moved into on the high desert was 10 acres of dirt, with almost one acre irrigated around the house.  Lots of indigenous and invasive species – not a beautiful golfing resort.

The second house we moved into was an acre – of dirt.  Dirt everywhere. I can’t even tell you how hard we worked to make even the tiniest of weeds grow. That’s a whole other post that has nothing to do with baseball.

THE POINT (there is one) is that baseball has not been a joy. Throw the ball. Drop the ball. Dirt in your face. Try to run to get the ball, running in a cloud of dust. Run. Dust. Drop. Splat of dirt. Clouds and billows of dirt.

Oh.  But for the joy of Oregon rain and fog and weeds.  Soft glorious weeds and grass. No thistle. No Goats weed. No Thorns. Ah the joy of soft weeds. Velvet almost.   We have a perfect strip of land between the lake and the house to toss back and forth. I just started cracking up when we’d drop the ball – realizing there would be no splat of dust to reach my eyelashes. No need to hose off before coming inside.  Oh. The. Joy.

Just thought I’d share it with ya. ) Go Little Lawnmower Go. 🙂