By Patsy R. Brumfield/NEMS Daily Journal
As an Ole Miss grad, I must admit being a bit disoriented this week – I’ve been on the Mississippi State University campus working some stories and feared that if the mid-week thunderstorms and/or tornadoes should make me a fatality, what, I wondered, would my fellow Rebels think.
“What happens to an Ole Miss grad, when they die at Mississippi State?” would be the obvious question.
It’s something I’m pondering. And of course, it works both ways.
In recent years, the Rebs have played football to the benefit of the Dawgs, so it’s a wonder more of us red-and-blue haven’t suffered serious health reactions at certain athletic moments and given us an answer to that question.
But one thing I do know: the Dawgs must have the greenest grass in America.
They’re turf-grass specialists, you know?
This whole campus looks like an Easter egg basket waiting for the jelly beans.
Mark and Rhonda Keenum, the president and first lady of Dawgdom, instructed me that this grass is a home-brew of sorts and highly coveted this time of year. It’s also the grass that’s grown on the Dawgs’ baseball field, where they hope it will bring them the luck o’ the Irish after a couple of less-than-hoped-for seasons.
Frankly, this grass is unbelievable. It’s thick and lush and the greenest green ever.
So, I gotta hand it to the MSU crowd. They know their grass.
Ole Miss folks, swallow a little Grove pride and be sure you’re ordering this stuff for our much-heralded and beautiful Oxford campus.
I’m going to ask around to see if anybody locally carries this grass seed, which Dr. Keenum tells me will continue to grow into summer, although it loses a little in the transition from cool and wet to hot and dry.
I believe if I cast these seeds upon my little home-hill, people might travel for miles around to look upon it in awe. It’s really that gorgeous, especially during a drab time of year.
But, if I did that, I’d have to work the rest of the homestead in winter to make sure it was up to par. Do I really want to do that during days so horrible that duck hunters dream about them with joy?
No matter, I most likely would win Yard of the Season from my Neighborhood Association, and that’s a pretty big deal.
So, as I dig around this weekend, Mother Nature willing, I’m going to think about that sensationally green grass brewed up by the Dawgs.
I’ll check on the herbs and the onions and the peas, which are really doing well. And I’ll think about working that other dormant garden dirt for the tomatoes, corn and peppers.
But all the time, I’ll be thinking about that MSU grass. Folks, you gotta see it.
Contact Patsy R. Brumfield at (662) 678-1596 or firstname.lastname@example.org.