Landscaping
by Steve West on September 27, 2009
It's too late now but I should have taken and posted a picture of my quaint (translation: small) front yard. Brenda and I (translation: Brenda) decided that in order to sell our house at a more attractive price, it should look more attractive to potential buyers. Makes sense, I guess. Somehow I knew that it meant I had to do the bulk of the actual work. I'm trying not to sound too whiney here but damn, the smallest of materials for this job seems to weigh no less than 100 lbs. Blocks for edging, decorative river stones, new sod, bulk gardening soil, etc. That's not including the stuff that's already there that needs disposing (a couple of bushes with needle sharp leaves and a lot of excess dirt). The picture would be the 'Before' photo to stand beside the 'After' one when I finish this December, maybe. I'm kidding about the timeline but three weekends later it sure seems conceivable. I'm about halfway finished and depending on how it looks, I'll post a picture of the finished result. Maybe. If it looks bad, I'll post it after I think of somebody else to blame for the sorry appearance.
Three Replies to Landscaping
Scott Hardie | December 10, 2009
Any update? Did you get a photo before the snow arrived?
Steve West | December 10, 2009
We're finished and it's a serviceable if not spectacular job. The photo I took was crappy and I didn't feel like posting it. We're happy with it but that's about as complimentary as I can get about it. Thanks for asking.
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