What A Difference A Day Can Make

Every afternoon after we leave work, we go by the cemetery and take a big watering can and water the grass on Lynda's grave.  If you've been following Lynda's blog, you've seen it grow from a few sprouts.  Yesterday we went and put more grass seeds on the spots that weren't growing as fast as the rest.  We thought it was going to rain but back to the water can.

When we got out of the car, I could see a brown grave instead of green.  As we got closer, it was obvious that someone had mowed our tender new grass and gouged out big holes.  We had so tenderly tended it trying to get the grass from the sides to fill in on the sides of the new grass.  Russ called the woman that is in charge of the cemetery who tired to explain how the guys with the weed eaters must have come along behind her when she raised the blades and went over the grave.  It was pretty easy to see tire tracks.

 Can you even believe it's the same grave?  I just don't understand how someone could make such a mess of a grave that it has been obvious that we've been working on daily to get grass growing.  Now it looks like someone has just taken a shovel and dug up all of the grass.

She promised to plant more seeds and level it up but I'm so disappointed and don't have a lot of faith in it looking like it did before.  It's not all about the grass.  It's the tender, love and care that that we put each layer of soil, planted the grass seeds.  Added another layer of miracle grow and watered it every day it didn't rain.  That "nesting" thing I was blogging about the other day.

I've finished crying so it's time to move on.  Now, I hope it doesn't rain for a few days.