One Week in the Life of a Patio

I am so sore. So, so sore. Lemme show you why.

beers

Yes, I’m sore from drinking beers. No, sillies. This is what our backyard USED to look like:

backyard

So yeah. It was a small plot of grass with some rose bushes along the perimeter. But here’s the thing: We’re not rose people. Or even, grass people. We don’t have children who need to frolic barefoot in blades of green. We don’t have a dog, that might need to eat grass for digestive reasons. The roses, while nice, are a bit old lady-ish for us. And, we were not about to buy and store a lawn mower for that tiny plot. No way. We have grills to store in our fancy shed. In fact, last year, we used a weed whacker to “mow” our lawn.

But my landscape-decorator-for-life XFE had a vision. A vision that included a water feature. And parking for his car.

We went back and forth for months with our contractor Rob. Apparently, pavers or materials or whatever have to be special in order to drive on them.

nicolock rustico

Once our initial dreams were dashed, we finally, after several weeks, agreed on our third or even fourth option finally. Then work began. Ever so slowly.

Blockage

 

Nope. I don’t need to get in the backyard at all.

no grass

 

There was a lot of work that first weekend. Three men of medium dark complexions worked their asses off while we held down the guacamole fort. Somebody had to do it.

guac

But then, things came to a halt. Bad weather and material delays dragged the project on and on.

wheelbarrow and dirt

 

Wednesday turned into Thursday.

midpoint view from above

 

Thursday into Friday.

dirt standstill

 

Finally, Saturday came around and we woke up bright and early to go to a bunch of different garden centers (oh, and a rock place. Because you can and must buy rocks, apparently, they are not

free) throughout Northern Virginia (did you know there’s a place called, Lorton?) and procured massive, large amounts of trees, plants, dirt, mulch and a whole bunch of other stuff.

close

 

Five hours later, we were done.

little plants

 

These are the sad little herbs and veggies I planted. They’ve got a long way to go. And they are the reason I’m sore. Manual labor and I do not agree with each other.

red urn

 

The highlight of the whole thing is this amazing red water fountain that XFE found. It’s pretty amazing. Especially at night:

night urn

 

whole bed

 

Petunia meanwhile stayed in bed. And, although she has an entire bed to sleep on, she prefers to lay on XFE’s nice, clean, folded shirt. She’s an excellent supervisor.

 

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