The landscaping plan has been enacted.
It’s BEING REALIZED.
It’s not going to be done soon.
I have a lot of splinters.
Trent’s back hurts.
Sammy has since pooped on everything we’ve completed.
But, so far, we’re pleased.
Update on Operation: Kick the Yard’s Ass.
It has been sufficiently kicked.
However, we cannot take all the credit.
While we DID work nonstop on the yard, every night, for weeks, and we trimmed, and we chopped, and we pulled, and we dug… We just started to run out of time. We wanted ALL the things we despised gone before our housewarming, and needed the clean-up finished so we could stay on schedule for mulching and planting this fall before the winter rain comes.
So there’s our excuse — our excuse for bringing in Marlene’s brother, Michael (a professional arborist), and two super sweet powerhouse gardeners who work on Michael’s crew to help us. In one day — ONE DAY — all the annoying tasks we were struggling to finish were done.
Not to mention, all the heaps of debris we’ve been generating over the summer and trying to shuffle out in our meager municipal compost bin while sloooooowly cooking our own compost in our yard bin… GONE. Hauled away. I mean, there’s only so fast you can make compost, and there’s only so many weeks in a year for municipal pickup. And that vine monster Trent murdered made a LOT OF CRAP FOR THE COMPOST BIN.