Just so I could sing the Green Green Grass of Home like Tom Jones (although I think I’ll skip the deep voice and hip wiggle) getting a lawn has been a priority for us here at Domestic Executive HQ.  I think MT has more deep and meaningful reasons for having a lawn but I think that’s a thing common to many men and is one of those eternal secrets that women dare not speculate on.

We have acres of grass growing but our lawn has been a frustrating endeavour of pointless watering, waiting and sighing over failure.  We had high hopes that this Spring would bring ideal growing conditions and Santa could bring a croquet set for us to enjoy at Christmas.  I think little basset here sitting in the shade simply wants somewhere nice to lie down and hoon around on.

So you may be wondering how the grass growing is going.  I think I’ll leave the pictures to tell the story.

Looks almost like a croquet lawn?  Right…..I think not!

But we do have a green haze – look close, squint and you’ll be able to see it

I get comfort from the thought that the lawn has a hobbitesque feeling.  Balls of fluffy grass a bit raggy round the edges.

It does however not make for a croquet lawn.  And the bassets have frankly found it a little depressing.  They want to roll around on the soft ground not roll in the mud.  OK, they do like to roll in the mud but I’d prefer it if they didn’t.

Fortnum has gone as far as lying in the mulch pile (yes, I know it’s been there a while but it’s currently undergoing a reduction process as part of the spruce up the front beds programme).  Mason is still looking for a nice bit of grass to sniff!

This is Fortnum in classic basset attention seeking mode. He’s chosen to lie exactly where I am digging out the mulch into the barrow.  I fear he sees his soft bed disappearing and realises he’ll have to make do with the bumpy and tufty lawn.

Here he is wistfully looking at the grass in the distance at Tunnel Gully, his favourite expanse of grass where he can break his basset land speed records and bowl over his brother who is not really a sprint basset model.

OK, I know that my bassets don’t think those things but you actually don’t know that for a fact.  Bassets are human like in their behaviour so I’ll stick with my assertion that all the bassets want as well as us is the green, green grass to come home to.