My Weapon of Choice.

At least for the outside...if you don't count our amazing rechargeable weed whacker which we can give you more information on later. (It's absolutely wonderful and amazing). Anyway, my dad lives in a house with a TINY yard and his rototiller has just been sitting at my grandparents house for forever and a day. My grandpa and grandma were generous enough to bring the tiller over to my moms house so she could bring it down for us. I've been so excited to start my garden! Ok, so it is a little late and sweltering right now, but that probably won't stop me. Besides, we have at least 2 growing seasons in this state. Here I come 2nd growing season!

My Weapon of Choice:



It's REALLY easy for this thing to get away from you since it has no backstop (to keep it from charging forward really quickly), but I have also been a dog owner for two years. Considering Optimus is 75 pounds and can drag me across the yard, I have gotten used to bracing myself and not letting him run away with me. My Optimus skills transferred quite well to the tiller. Mom is also pretty BA with a tiller, so she helped me out a LOT. I love that my parents came and did manual labor for us...hard labor. Digging holes, planting trees, rototilling...lots of grunt labor.

For now, my garden is pretty itty bitty. I do, however, have a few other things to worry about around the house.

...and the beautiful finished product that we could absolutely NOT have done without my mom and Steve. Plus the buckets FULL of rocks that got brought up when we tilled. There are still BUCKETS of rocks there. That is a cool day project....someday.


Jessie

Currently Listening to "Chelsea Bridge (Live)" by The Buddy Rich Big Band

Holy Cow Batman!! We've used almost 25% of our allotted space on the blog already!

Things the Previous Owners Left for Us: Outdoors Edition

More installments to come of both interior and exterior. Aren't you on the edge of your seat anxiously awaiting the arrival of that post describing the 6' taxidermied llama from our basement or the body buried in the concrete of our chimney? Maybe the llama is an exaggeration.

So for the outside...



At least 30 buckets full of kindling. So far, we have only picked one up out of the yard. This is enough kindling to last us for years...and years...and years... So we need to really figure out if our fireplace works or come up with an outdoor fire receptacle that is not illegal. Hmmm...


This goes along with the buckets of kindling. They left us a (several) piles of brush that are about knee-high on me. It makes our yard look super creepy.


After clearing a small section of the brush, I found some bricks! Score!



These concrete pads are so we can drive our big tractor out to the shed....for all 50' of the drive.

And the best for last...

See if you can determine what these are?


Random scrap lumber? Bracing for the deck? Doghouse?


Compost area? Bonfire pit?

....Well, if you guessed a child's play set, you would be correct. Yes! That is a teeter totter 3" off the ground and a sandbox. No really, I dug a few inches and really found sand/glass shards/dirt/rocks. Nothing quite like that to toughen your kid up. Between the Disney basement room and this, you can tell the kids were super spoiled.



Second installment coming soon to a blog near you! Ok, please bear with my nerdiness and adoration for horrible puns and pop culture references. Unexpected, I know.

Jessie

Currently Listening to "Dreams" by the Cranberries

Note: Optimus is sleeping partly on my lap right now. I love the snot out of this dog. He's awesome.