Back in early March, my friend BJ helped me dig out our old broken-down sewer lines and replace them. Using a rented excavator, we dug a trench two feet wide, eight feet deep and eighty feet long. After installing the new line, I backfilled the trench, levelled out the area and sowed new grass.    Within just a few weeks, I had a lovely, lush stand of bluegrass and perennial ryegrass. It was gorgeous. Then the heavy rains came in May and June. After about ten inches of rain in two weeks, the trench line sank down about a foot or so. I piled in some more dirt and sowed new grass seed. It sprouted right up and looked pretty good. Not as good as the other part of the new lawn but not bad.    Then real summer came. About three or four weeks with the heat index in triple digits. Even with enough supplemental watering to quadruple our monthly H-2-O bill, the young grass couldn't handle the heat. The fine blades of bluegrass and ryegrass began withering and turning brown.     Crabgrass and water grass have occupied the entire section along the trench and about ten percent of the other space. Obviously, those wild varieties are much better adapted to the heat of Kansas summers. Neither, though, has the visual appeal and barefoot feel of bluegrass or perennial rye.    I will try again in the fall and hope that a couple months of more temperate weather will provide the needed conditions to let the desired species thrive. Sometimes waiting for the right time to do a thing produces better results.     But it still takes some hard work, the right stuff and something else, too; all the effort in the world cannot succeed without the Lord's blessing.        H. Arnett  8/31/2021