i used to give my parents a hard time when i called them and they’d be doing yard work. mind you, it seemed like every weekend i called them they were doing yard work. i shuddered at the thought of spending all of my weekend working on the yard. it also gave me flashbacks to mowing the giant backyard in kansas during the middle of the day. ugh.
nick, on the other hand, was looking forward to getting started on the yard. in fact, he researched (for hours, i’m sure) weed killers, bug killers, clippers, tools and weed whackers. he confidently told me he was going to dominate the yard.
minus the incident of the bones, everything went smoothly. and i got to spend 5 weekend days “working on the yard.” how did i get so lucky?
what didn’t do so well were the backs of the guys who had to pick up our yard waste.
in all, we filled about 50 bags of stuff. vines, leaves, branches. you name it. all went into the home depot bags and went away. i was terrified they wouldn’t pick all of it up. i made nick go over after trash day to make sure that all of the bags were gone.
in the end, the yard doesn’t look good, but it certainly looks better. it’s a great blank slate now. even better is that we’ve noticed a decrease in mosquitos – very good for someone (nick) who’s a tasty target. (he’s currently scratching away at some on his feet from the past weekend)
prettying my life 