Our lawn is once more a bright green, verdant patch of grass again. Sitting between its flowerbeds and the path around the house, it is home to table, chairs, sunloungers, and guinea pigs.
The guinea pig run is moved around the lawn once a week and the little perishers look on the grass as a starving man would look upon a roast dinner. We move them just before the lawn's weekly mowing so there is always something fresh for them.
Back in the summer it all looked somewhat different. Whereas they normally chew their section down to the roots, while I mow the rest down almost to ground level; this year nature took care of that.
I can fill the composter with what I cut off in a week normally, and then the sun came. This year the lawn resembled nothing more than the brown sun-burnt waste of a desert. I could mow the entire lawn quicker than I got the mower out of the shed. All that slipped into the grass catcher was a few hardy stalks from some weeds and some dandelions.
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It beats me why nothing else grows except these things but there you are.
The guinea pigs seemed to be putting on their own version of The Grapes of Wrath and seemed determined to head away from their dustbowl to greener pastures. I tried explaining that the grass would return but they just stared at me with concern and looked away to a greener field beyond.
Showing no interest in explanations of shallow soil and rock underneath, they fretted until the weather changed a while ago and the bit of rain once more brought the grass out. I live in hope they will remember what happened if we get the same weather next year.