You Poor Old Sod

Sorry for the Jethro Tull reference but, how often do you get to use one of those. I'm sitting here staring out the window at 16 palettes of sod rolled like little sausages soaking up the rain. They are all that stands between us and the mud that surrounds our daily life. The landscaper promises that if it doesn't rain tomorrow, he'll carpet our hard earned mud with a new green thatch. Maybe I've watched too many episodes of The Sopranos but, I'm filled with the fear that there is a band of hooligans waiting to smuggle our sod away under the cover of darkness. Maybe I'll sleep on the front porch tonight.