I think the neighbors have also been doing extra good jobs on their lawns just to spite us. To our credit, three carloads of New York apple orchard stones did make their way out here this summer for our amateur "class up the shed" event.
Yes my dad is doing physically demanding labor the day before the big Falmouth Road Race.
He still won his age group...
Pretty nice, eh?
Yet in typical house-building fashion, our professional landscaping has been held up a while. Our landscaper, Paul, is a guy that gave us a quote in the early spring and then religiously called Anthony every Wednesday after that to see how we were doing on our decision. We finally signed on with him in early July, anticipating that he would start a week or two after. Delays and hold-ups begat more delays and hold-ups. And well, you know how delays and rabbits handle multiplication...
We began to get used to our fancy schmancy new house with the ghetto yard. I think in some way it helped ease our transition to niceness from all the shacks we're used to living in. (Plus, I think we both secretly enjoyed not mowing this summer.)
Remember this one?
Our Oregon shack and fast-growing grass (which Anthony is cutting with scissors- long story).
We used to love August when the grass would finally turn brown and die and we could have some mowing time off.
Just when we were assured that we were really good to go and the stone guy was going to come and start building our retaining wall, he (ironically?) got a kidney stone. The grading and loaming did go on without him however.
Our new dirt is much darker than the sand we've been tracking in all summer.
*Of course* that started today- there's a hurricane coming! Why would we hold off a few more days when we can spread out all this expensive dirt now just in time for Irene to toss it about? And with nothing to retain it yet. *sigh*
-J
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