I woke up at 7:45 to the sound of the neighbor up on the hill's dog pushing his food bowl around on cement and barking. He did it again the next morning too. Doggie wants his breakfast apparently. Amber wants to sleep in. But it worked out well because that meant I was out in the yard by 8am, while it was still cool outside.
For someone who hates creepy crawlies, you think I would have been smart and worn something besides flip flops on my feet since I spent a total of about 10 hours climbing around in the corners of the yard, clearing out underbrush. And rocks. Lots and lots of river rock. it's clear that at some point, somebody put a lot of thought and time into this backyard. Then some lazy f*ck let it all go to hell.
There are a lot of spaces in my backyard. I focused on one of the at-one-time landscaped areas behind the rock border along the back fence.
Before.
After. Look, there was a walkway burried in there!In clearing out the years of build up from leaves, I discovered someone had put a lot of river rock in this area which had become half burried.
So I dug all the rocks out. I'm going to guess this is at least two hundred pounds of rock, probably more. Because each of the smaller containers was too heavy for me to lift easily.
I'm a rock gardener. Or a rock pirate and this is my rock booty.I also finished up the work I did on my lovely dirt plot last weekend. My skate friends want to build a mini ramp back here. Tempting....but I think I'll put in some grass instead.
Before.
After.
My Guest House. You're welcome to stay any time you want. It might be haunted though.
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