Day 1736 Sodding turf

13th May 2022

The big day arrived, ninety five rolls of turf arrived on two pallets. It was mid afternoon when this huge truck turned up. The driver had a loud booming voice, he must have got used to shouting over the noise made by his lorry. Even when he was unhitched the tethers I could have stood in the back garden and still hear him.

He unhooked the forklift from the back of the trailer and shuttled the pallets as close he could to the gateway. This was the first time I could see what that quantity of grass looked like.

By now the temperature had risen to about eighty eight, not the ideal heat to carry rolls and lay them, but I had the hose hooked up to wet down the dirt.

I started moving the turf even before the truck had departed, this would be the first time I’d laid grass on an industrial scale.

Kelli suffered another bad night, waking up at five thirty because of a neighbour’s dog barking. Who in their great minds would allow that, I know Americans like to start work early, but that was bloody inconsiderate. Needless to say she was not in a good mood, so turf laying was a good way to tune out the anger.

At the end of a hot sweaty day I had covered about half of the area, the hot shower at the end was a tremendous relief.

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