I’ve been keeping tabs on a patch of Buffalo grass in the backyard, watching it grow, not following progress closely mind, but just checking now and then when I think of it as there is always the faint possibility of new developments; I wonder how big it’ll be by September surrounded on all sides as it is by an ocean of Cooch.
Thing is, at this time of year with the dry cold southerlies prevailing and weak sunlight grass just doesn’t seem to grow very energetically here at all, not like in other parts where there is brash, even vulgar lushness. I suppose one could console oneself with taking a time lapse series of it and then play it in Photoshop clicking on the forward arrow in consecutive sequence to get a true appreciation of the effort this patch of grass actually puts in against all odds, silently, without any fanfare, in fact almost unnoticed by all and sundry. Probably in September when the wet season returns things will be different, Buffalo likes lots of water, then that smartypants Cooch will have to watch its step.
We have the common 550-5000 Cooch, but down the road at a neighbours place they have the more upmarket, refined 1-7-3-7000 type and naturally it looks down its nose at ours and the small patch of 700 Buffalo, I have heard tell there is a new hybrid 77 variety in the lab that might show those older ones a thing or three about compost and exposure to sunlight; but I fear it’s only urban legend, its something dreamed up by mommy and daddy ordinary grass stems so the little seedlings can make believe that everything will be all right one fine day.