That's right. My father-in-law was kind enough to deliver a handkerchief-sized bit of grass. My kids have had loads of fun spraying it with water, as though it might actually grow up to be a lawn.
Every time I drive up to the house, or have occasion to look out the front door, I either roll my eyes or laugh at how ridiculous it looks. Like we have delusions of having a putting green. Or we left a green blanket outside on the dirt. Or I tripped while holding green jello and dumped it there by accident. Or we have an unruly patch of moss (that is, coincidently, a perfect square).
Now just .45 of an acre more and we'll have a yard!