Spring is here.
At the beginning of warm weather I can't wait to go outside and get my hands in the soil. There is something precious about greeting my yard and garden as it awakens from a long winter's nap. I look at each bud, each new leaf, and mark its progress each day.
Two summers ago, I ripped out all the old landscaping. Our house is 40 years old and the foliage was original. Lots of those boxy looking green bushes. So sexy.
Not.
I plotted and planned all winter long that year for my new landscape ideas. When spring finally came, my husband was in the desert, but I couldn't wait, so went ahead and implemented my plots and plans.
I planted perennials, trees, annuals, hollies, hydrangea (my favorite) you name it, I probably have it in my garden. I expanded the flower beds, brought in yards and yards of dirt, moved it all with a wheelbarrow and a shovel (and got a really great tan in the process). I even took care of the lawn, though it is my least favorite thing in the yard to do.
So I was very excited for things to warm up this year so I could see the fruit of my labor. I wasn't disappointed. The Cleveland Pears I planted by my drive are in full white flower blooms. My bulbs all came up, every single one. Take that you bulb snatching squirrels!
Even the grass. Lush. Green. Marvelous.
UNTIL....
Isn't there always one of those?
We live on the end of a long hill. When we moved in we noticed some drainage problems, mostly caused from the downspouts not being properly diverted into the local sewer. We fixed that the first summer.
Last summer, I wasn't worried about the yard and figured my husband would take care of it when he came home.
Well, he is taking care of it right now AND WHAT A JOB.
He dug a trench (that will be sodded) at the base of a hill on the west side of our house. The hill has tons of water coming off it into our yard.
He dug it out using a shovel, a tiller, and tamped it down with a weighted four wheeler.
It was looking good until the soil trucks came. We ordered 15 tons of dirt, and the guy pulled into our yard and SANK.
Then he called a truck with 20 tons of gravel in it to come pull him out. The guy pulled in the same way the first guy did. I kept thinking...man he's gonna get stuck too...but he didn't. He did tear up the road though....ooops.
After they left, all the men on the street came down (because these were big loud trucks and our subdivision has 1 acre lots so its quiet, plus our street lets out onto a country road, which adds to the silence). They all stood and looked at the huge ruts made by the tires, and shook their heads. They joked around about it, then left.
My husband's beautiful trench and half the side yard was destroyed.
I spent all day yesterday shoveling 15 tons of dirt and spreading it, while my husband attempted to repair his trench, only to find out we need at LEAST 20 more tons of dirt to really ensure our yard is dry. Oh and that's just one side. We really need to do the south side as well. Heh.
Oh my aching back!
I love physical labor when
1. I know it won't last forever
2. I get to see the results right away
3. It improves the home and enjoyment of the yard.
Right now we are trying to decide whether to sod some or all (using seed on the not sodded part) of it when done. Sod ain't cheap, even in the grass farmer's state of Ohio.
Here are some pics.
AHHHH Ain't it purty? Before.
DURING the D'OH!
CALVARY ARRIVES...
Road damage....
Once it's all done, I'll post pics...but it probably won't be until mid summer, once the seed and sod are lush.