girl at large

In true midwestern style, the neighborhood kids were in shirts and flip flops during this early warm spring weekend. We couldn’t stand to spend another day working in the basement on a sunny day, so we tackled the yard.

I dug up enough rocks and gravel to fill the freshly repainted flower boxes. Moms old wrought iron planter looks amazing after a coat of Rustoleum. Paul restacked the retaining wall blocks so they were less “boob like” in their shape. The fussy-looking, non-functioning gas light post fixture was yanked out, as well as the stake lights. Yes, we already owned a lawn edger before moving in. How is it we (or maybe just I) doubted that home ownership was for us?

For a tiny little front yard (we don’t have any back yard at all), it was a lot of work! Paul isn’t keen on my suggestion to make the flower bed a rock garden, so we have more work yet to do.