The field at school was always a dust bowl in the summer, and a mud pit in the winter. With 500+ pairs of feet trampling on it every day, that grass never stood a chance. It's long and lush now. Happy for the grass, sad for the kids.



The field at school was always a dust bowl in the summer, and a mud pit in the winter. With 500+ pairs of feet trampling on it every day, that grass never stood a chance. It's long and lush now. Happy for the grass, sad for the kids.