It's been nearly 17 years, and I still eat crow occasionally for telling my wife it was too late in the year to plant grass cover (rye and fescue) in December '88 (during a snowstorm). The damn stuff came up just to spite me.


"Live like you'll die tomorrow, but manage your grass like you'll live forever."
-S. M. Stirling
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