I went for a little
walk sore-ankled-crawl around the neighborhood just the other morning, and I must confess to being more than a trifle surprised to turn the corner and see a big, sod-bearing truck.
Why do I feel like I just said something dirty?
Once upon a time on a fine summer day, I did help a buddy to lay sod, and I tell you me that it was nothing like this. Even in my dotage I could still haul that sod around if I really had to, but trying to even budge one of these rolls would doubtless give me a hernia. In point of fact, merely thinking about it causes me to reach for my … uh … never mind.
There’s really nothing more to say, so
drum sod roll please.
Just then I looked over and saw a boxer sitting outside of his house, doubtless on his newly installed lawn. Notice that he’s sitting on the part that’s done. Since the pooch’s colors are similar to the house, I felt
behooved bepawed to present this one in color.