SF New Mexican:
Expert touts drip system for turf lovers. At some point, folks have to get over the concept of green grass in the desert. It is beautiful to those of us who do not have it, but it also represents a terrible wastage of water, a sign of affluent dissipation (or stubborn refusal to accept reality). Whenever I visit an area that supports natural grass now, I stand amazed at the fact that it doesn’t require daily care to maintain. I know for many of you in wetter climes may not believe it, but it’s genuinely hard to grow Kentucky bluegrass here.
Still, after being in the desert now for 8 years straight, I have this inner craving for green grass sometimes. It’s like an addiction, it pulls at you. Though I think it’s the occasional desire for humidity, and green grass is the most visible marker of that environmental state. REI down in Albuquerque sits next to an office complex with the most lovely green lawn. Whenever I go down for some bit of gear, I make it a point to plop my ass in the grass for a short period of time.
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