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Its a sod, sod story…

As I promised, here is your post about sod.  I know, you are so excited.

But first, I need to tell you about the amazing dinner I just had.  I just ate a pork roast that cooked in the crockpot all day with chipotles, onions and cumin.  Then, I shredded it and put it over half a shredded cabbage.  Top that with pico, salsa and avocado. Capital Y-U-M.  I finished-off the meal with 1 1/2 pieces of Paleo Squash Pie (recipe another day) topped with coconut butter and accompanied by a cup of coconut milk.  I am so full, but not uncomfortably bloated-stuffed like I use to get when I ate that much.  I know, I took, like, three Beenos (apparently all of that cheese I use to eat kept the toots in), but I ate a three-person serving tonight.  Best part, I’m still rockin’ the “skinny-time-of-the-month-body”!!!!!

Anyway, right, sod.  So here is my stance: sod is evil, it is a product of the devil.  This is not me standing on my soapbox talking about the weed that is grass (we will cover that another day).   This is the me saying that if you ever plan on planing a garden of any kind, eventually selling your home or changing the layout of your landscape do not ever, in any circumstance, no matter how pretty it is, ever, ever, ever lay sod.  Ever.

Oh, but Kay, why musn’t I lay sod?  You musn’t because of one crucial, terrible, absolutely uncompostable reason: plastic mesh.  Sod is lined with plastic mesh.  Therefore, if you ever want to use an area that is covered with sod for anything other than “a nice place for the grandkids to play” (because parents still remember that kids like to play in dirt, mud and rocks as much as or more than they like the feel of cool grass on their tootsies), NO SOD!!!

THE DEVIL'S WORK: plastic mesh.  Ack!

THE DEVIL’S WORK: plastic mesh. Ack!

This morning I went outside and raked the pine needles out of the back yard.  We recently fell some trees that we are going to mill into lumber (that post coming soon!) and with the added light reaching the ground, decided that we should plant more than dead sod in the back yard.  As I was raking, I saw the mesh poking up through the dirt and knew the inevitable was to come.  I am not one of those people that can leave a scab unpicked, a hang nail hanging, a towel unfolded, or plastic mesh showing.  I knew that I was going to have to pull it all up if I was to see my dream backyard come true.  There was no way I was going to try to just rota-til that stuff in.  ITS PLASTIC after all.  After the first hour of pulling and rolling sod, I got thirsty and my fingers got raw.  I grabbed a drink and some gloves.  Funny thing, you have to be able to feel the mesh in order to know that you are getting it all.  Gloves off.

I just thought I would pull out the little piece of mesh sticking out of the ground.

I just thought I would pull out the little piece of mesh sticking out of the ground.

Sod encourages the trees around it to send their roots up.  When roots come up they get entwined in the mesh and create a mess.  I would roll a bit then cut the roots, roll, cut the roots, so on and so forth.  Because no day is complete without an accident…At one point I dropped the nippers I was using for the roots onto my hand.  The point stuck about a half inch into the palm of my hand.  No big deal.  I rubbed a little dirt in it and continued on.  I had an afternoon crossfit workout to make it through and I intended to have the backyard done before I left.

When I finished I realized that my bu-thighs ( the region from mid-but to mid-thigh) were in a giant knot.  Because I refused to kneel I was bent over at the waist rolling and pulling sod.   I have new wool yoga pants that I haven’t taken off in a week.  I don’t want to get holes in them because I LOVE THEM. so, no kneeling.  It was like doing 4 hours of deadliest.  Ack!

These rolls look like, but they are about 50#'s a piece.

These rolls look like, but they are about 50#’s a piece.


I attempted a "double-wide" roll.  After about 8 feet I couldn't move it.  Epic Fail at total awesomeness.

I attempted a “double-wide” roll. After about 8 feet I couldn’t move it. Epic Fail at total awesomeness.

Tomorrow I will start pulling the plastic mesh off of the sod.  I am so excited.  Hoping for rain

So, before you tell me, “Duh, Kay.  You know that they make sod cutters, right?”  Yes, I do know this.  But there are times in our lives when we should ask for help and there are also times when we should put on our big girl panties and do it ourselves.  This was the latter.  My next post will cover some of the basic “when-to” and “when-not-to” ask for help situations.

This is MY view on sod.  Although, I think that Kentucky Blue Grass (the plant, not the music) is bad, the plastic mesh used in the sod is evil.

I understand that the American Way is to get things instantly, when we want them.  Instant gratification is the way to a fulfilled life.  One day it is dirt, the next day it is grass.  No seeding, no waiting.  I too want everything cool I see right now.  That is why I have had to teach myself to sew and build and cook.  Because I cannot afford to have everything I want, I must make it.  I am still waiting to become independently wealthy by looking, uh, er, average, sans make-up, hair in a ponytail and in yoga pants that I have not taken off in a week.

What I am trying to say is that sod is bad.  Please do not lay sod.  They call it laying sod, because you are not planting it at all.  You are laying it on top of the ground.

Nuf said.  Thanks for reading.

Oh yeah, about the stab wound from the nippers:  I had to do about 50 pull-ups during the crossfit workout today.   The motion was great for squeezing out all of the puss that had built up.  Aside from being a bit bruised, it looks/feels great for now.

Next: When to ask for help and when to learn how to do it yourself!


About diariesofathriftwhore

I am a 30-something year-old thrift whore. I have an obsession with all things old. Whether of value to all, aesthetically confusing or just solid. I love small towns and tight-knit communities. You will find me cooking, sewing, gardening, running a chainsaw or slaying the trails on a mountain bike.

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