Kingdom of Gravel
Post-Script: Despite my criticism of the typical xeriscaped gravel yard, my front yard is exactly that, though also well decorated with low water-use shrubbery and bark that serves to somewhat offset the otherwise miserable appearance that gravel yards can often attain. The top image, via my Lumix G5, is from the front yard just yesterday evening as I was watering the shrubs. My backyard, on the other hand, contains a small sod turf lawn, only large enough to enjoy its benefits yet small enough to make maintenance chores not excruciatingly bad. Yet it has struggled this summer with numerous dead spots, which I might attribute to the neighbor's cat choosing a cool, soft location for its waste-elimination activities. Such is the never-ending battle of trying to maintain a lawn in a climate where lawns are entirely foreign. It would do NASA some good to place us a visit, should they decide at any time in the future to send astronauts into the void toward Mars with the intention of populating its desert clime with humanity, as we might have some advice to lend them, if they be willing to lend an ear.
Typecast via Hermes Rocket. Yes, I did enjoy using the Underwood Universal for typing out the last two blog articles, along with the first drafts of the two-part Hunter S. Thompson tribute story, but that little Rocket is a vixen, she really does have an allure and feel, and performs quite reliably, now that I've attended to her needs.