Every spring the beloved husband and I walk around the yard and comment on what we need to do. Usually it’s add some mulch here; move some things around; and pull out straggly dead stuff. At this point the big landscaping projects are done.
In discussion it’s all easy peasy. Zippidy doodah!
We comment on whether we should do it or get a contractor. We get a contractor when the job is big. When it’s small, we do it ourselves. We both like a small amount of outdoor work. Getting dirty and sweaty is a good feeling. Or perhaps it’s the nice shower and cold beer afterward that we really crave. Beer tastes better when you’re hot and tired.
In any case, this year we are converting a few areas that don’t grow things well to stones. Not a lot of area because we aren’t big fans of stoned landscaping. We’ve also outgrown stoned friends but that’s a different post.
The decision for this year is “we can do that!” Truthfully, it’s not a lot of either mulch or stones.
Of course that was before the truck delivered the stuff that is now sitting in the driveway reminding me that I will be working my ass off all week. Why is it that in my head projects sound easier than they are? How do I minimize the back-breaking work of shoveling stones into a wheelbarrow? (We all know that I won’t be doing that part!)
Sweat and cold beer, in that order, will be the order of the week. And right on cue, after months of whining about cold weather, we are expecting it to be hot and humid all week.
The beloved husband is out buying beer and lemonade as we speak. Oh yes, and liniment!