Sometimes stubborn is persistence, sometimes it’s annoying, and sometimes it’s just baffling.
We had an early Spring here in Phoenix, and we are now roasting, way too early. We’ve had three days of record-setting weather. A high of 97��F is too hot for March.
We had a bit of rain, and grass began to sprout in cracks in the street. Big, wide, black-tarred street, tiny crack filled with green grass. They will last until lack of rain and heat kill them.
Grass is opportunistic, it will start up anywhere. Maybe it lasts, maybe not. But it is worth a shot. What’s truly amazing is that after it browns, if it rains, it turns green again. A mystery.
—Quinn McDonald loves the mystery of grass.
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Published on March 31, 2015 00:01