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October 18, 2007
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Great photos! Yes, I always find rolls of turf very weird. Remember taking some home once on the back-seat of a Mini, and thinking what a very odd thing to be doing...
Posted by: Jean | October 18, 2007 at 11:32 AM
So that's where lawn comes from, eh? Kind of disillusioning. I always thought it was brought by the lawn fairy.
Posted by: dave | October 18, 2007 at 12:17 PM
But but but.... there is already grass underneath those big rolls. Did nobody notice that?
It always amazes me that they put grass sods so late in the season. Soon the snow will come, the snow removal trucks drive over it and the next spring half of the sods are dead. Ah well, maybe not in a park like this but on the new sidewalk in our street it happened like that.
Posted by: mare | October 19, 2007 at 12:07 AM