The houses in Collingwood park, like many of the suburbs of Brisbane, are characterised by low set brown coloured buildings and brown coloured lawns. When it rains, the lawns all spring to life…and instantly become green, thought not quite as green as grass in the UK. It’s a mixture of grass like the kind you tend to find in suburban Britain, and something all together more robust.
There’s been no real rain of note for several weeks now, and most of the front lawns are quite dead looking, parched, brittle and white, with the mud showing through the diminished cover – bit like my hair, and my head. . Imagine if you would then, driving down one of these streets, every house looking dried out along with its front lawn. You come over the crest of a low hill and from nowhere you’re hit with a colour green that would not be out of place in a Surrey Spring. And that would be ours. An oasis of short term watering allowance. Lush, opulent green grass. Every day for the last two weeks, we’ve spent half an hour systematically watering the panels, and it’s been getting to the stage lately where on the one hand I’m pleased to see them knitting together over the little gaps, and on the other, I’m getting embarrassed when neighbours drive past…and see me.
There’s a rule that allows you to water your grass for an hour a day between the hours of 6pm and 7pm….for two weeks. For our lawn, the time is up tomorrow. I feel like a nervous parent! Will the grass die? When it next sees water, will it recover? I do hope so. It cost us $500 to put it there if you include the soil that’s under it…not to mention the seven solid hours that we’ve spent sprinkling water onto it.
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