As construction on our remodel has officially wrapped up, it's time now for us to a) try to recreate some semblance of a yard and b) finish the interior painting and c) get a dang couch already.
So far, the interior painting is about halfway there, and the yard project is in full swing thanks to Dan, my Dad, a few shovels, some grass seed and a lot of manly muscle.
This manly man is looking pleased with himself because the grass seed on the boulevard is taking root.
Why grass seed and not sod? According to Dan, "I've never had much luck with sod." You heard it here first.
Step on my grass, I'll kill ya.
We planted a few rhododendrons in the front, Purple Star variety, I believe. And that lone hosta? The sole survivor from back hoe trauma. Those things are the cockroaches of the landscaped world.
And right on the corner of the house we'll be doing a small rock garden to catch the water from our yet-to-be-purchased rain chain.
We picked up just a few little plants for the steps, to add a touch of color. This year is all about catching our breath and growing grass. Hard core landscaping may or may not come next year. For now, we're just enjoying the new look and feel of our house.
And incoporating a little bit of nature into the process.