Only seven thousand more winters until this lil’ guy starts farting out pomegranates.
No, I don’t know what’s going on with my “lawn”. Basically it’s however-many hundred square feet of construction waste-ass soil that periodically sprouts eighteen different kinds of waist-high weeds. I dunno, man. I don’t have time to be a landscapist, so my policy regarding the back yard is “if it’s not surrounded by stone trapezoids then I don’t care”. Worked out fine for the raised beds.