Soil.
That’s what I miss about living on the east coast. On the east coast (and obviously elsewhere in the country), the lawns grow in real soil.
Not here.
I love West Richland. I love our neighborhood. I love our house. But it’s darn near impossible to have a really beautiful and healthy lawn in this area because the homes are being built on sand and dirt.
And rocks. Lots and lots and lots of rocks. There’s hardly any room for the grass roots to grow because of all the rocks just a couple inches below the surface.
Have a look at this:
That’s the home currently being built right next to us. That’s where the front/side lawn will be. It’s all rocks.
When we bring Sparky around to the front yard and tether him to a leash that’s stuck in the ground, it’s almost impossible to get the stake down into the ground because it hits rocks everywhere I try.
Lesson of the story?
If something causes us to build another house out here someday, we’re going to pay whatever it takes to get a solid foot of real, dark, high-quality soil laid down on the whole property before any grass is put down. Wish we’d done that with this house.
But I can’t really complain too much. The lawn is fine and we’re blessed to live in this home. So I’ll tag this post with #firstworldproblems for sure. 
This is a post from Matt McGee's blog.
