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Yard Update: October

Yesterday was the first day of the rest of our lives.

It basically hasn’t rained since we moved in in June 2012, really (good thing we got a new roof!), and at this point we’ve pretty much given up on planting a tropical jungle of food in our backyard any time soon. We’re too busy saving the glasses of water we don’t finish overnight for our dying rose bushes.

But we finally got some relief. Not in the form of liquid manna from heaven (yet – although there are some weird clouds on the horizon as I post this, so… fingers crossed). We’re no longer in this alone, you see…

We have Roselio. Our new gardener.

Roselio showed the ornamental grass in our front beds who's boss on his first day. I had no idea you could make it look like that.

Roselio showed the ornamental grass in our front beds who’s boss on his first day. I had no idea you could make it look like that.

He’s in this with us now on a weekly basis. Devoted to turning both our front and back yards into something trim and tidy and drought-tolerant. Devoted to fixing existing sprinkler and drip systems and installing new ones to help the water go where it’s needed most. Devoted to helping us move beyond grass once and for all. Devoted to helping us keep up with the weird habits of our nine confused fruit trees and our now-never-out-of-season vegetables.

Devoted to helping us get our weekends back.

And, Trent would like me to add that he completed OPERATION: FIND SOMEONE TO HELP US, DAMMIT three weeks ahead of the deadline I gave him.

To course-correcting; and to sitting on our asses on Sunday.

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The Weekend in Which We Broke the House, and the House Broke Itself

Homeownership TOTALLY SUCKED THE BIG ONE this weekend.

We were all prepared to be productive and tackle multiple monstrous projects like reseeding half the lawn and restaining the deck for Summer #2, but the house was a TOTAL ASSHOLE to us. It did not want us to get these things done. It did not want us to be happy homeowners. It wanted us to be sad, bewildered, frustrated homeowners. It wanted to hurt us. It made us hurt it.

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Erin Went Bragh!

…all over our yard!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day one day late… But the leprechauns have been busy at 3675 (and so have we)… Thought we would wait until we had their (our) handiwork to show off proper…

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There’s gotta be a four-leaf one in there somewhere…

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Go Go San Diego

Now that the sun is shining daily and the weed growth is waning, we’re about to enter lockdown here at 3675 and return to nonstop weekends of yardwork.

You see, soon it will be barbecue season, and this year, I fully intend to take advantage of that. I’m getting this place in the perfect summer state we couldn’t enjoy last year, because it was a construction war zone until July.

And, we’re getting ready to turn our backyard into a “food forest” (with the expertise and guidance of Katy and Felipé), and trust me — there will be work involved with that. Lots of work (and lots of fretting, and cursing).

So, before saying goodbye to a winter of luxuriously relaxing tasks like obsessively shopping for rugs online in favor of a return to manual labor, I felt the need to go to San Diego and spend a weekend eating too many tacos and partying like a college kid.

Day drunk and tacotastic with Kim and the McMahons on Ocean Beach.

Day drunk and tacotastic with Kim and the McMahons on Ocean Beach.

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