Um, can we say crickets? It’s not that I’ve not been doing anything, it’s that I’ve not thought about sharing projects with you until it was too late. And also, I didn’t think you’d be interested in pictures of heat pumps. That’s where the majority of our money has been focused this summer.
We did do one BIG HUGE AMAZING outdoor pretty project. And by did, I mean we hired someone to plan it and do it. I can do outdoor projects, it’s just not my area of expertise and I know it can be done better than I have the time or energy to pull off on my own.
The brick wall used to be hidden by hostas I wanted to save mixed with weeds I wanted gone but never cleared because I had no idea when the project might actually happen. Otherwise known as procrastination.
The kids’ favorite tree on the left, and the patchy not-grass in front of it. The area that looks mulched? Just dirt.
Terrible. But hey, there’s a shot of one of the GORGEOUS new heat pumps! I never even went to this side of the yard. Barren wasteland side.
Then this, plus three other trucks you can’t see from this stalking-from-the-window picture came to my rescue. Yep, the tractor trailer is my way of giving the neighbors something to talk about. It was full of…
SOD!!! And oh my goodness, when they finished, I just wanted to go roll in my grass. My REAL grass!!
Backing up half a day, they first dug up, divided, and replanted all my hostas, then mulched in an arc in the corner of the yard. I was surprised that they didn’t extend the mulch all the way down the brick wall, as it was pre-project, but I’m SO glad I gave total control of the project over to the landscaper.
And the icing on the perfect back yard cake?
After a couple of weeks to let the grass take root, it looks less patchwork and more dense carpet. I didn’t even know when they finished, but the crew seeded the section they didn’t sod, so now we have baby grass against the front brick wall!
(The not mulched area beyond the pretty yard is the official “dog yard” where they can take care of their stuff without me freaking out that they’ll burn the grass.)
While I was taking pictures this evening, a family of deer were out for a stroll. We love our deer, and we love them more that they leave our hostas inside the fence alone.
The landscaper said the closer the fire pit is to the house, the more often it will be used. We’ve now had several hot dog dinners and so many s’mores from our fire pit. Please don’t tell my dad, but we use the little baby fire logs to start our fires. I can start a fire the traditional way, but by the time the hubby is home and the kids are begging for s’mores, there is not a single ounce of desire to be a Girl Scout. I just want to listen to cicadas while lounging next to the fire in my adirondack chair.