Sunday, June 17, 2007

I fought the lawn and .... whoa! we won this time!

Today was a day of outstanding victory for my dear husband. I am happy to announce that not only did he triumph over our jungle of a lawn, but he also got rid of that stupid pointless Rusty Pole In a Concrete Base Covered in Chicken Wire.

Here is the offending pole:

What was it used for? What was the point? Who thought that a rusty crapass pole in a block of concrete would be an excellent yard ornament? And what genius decided that what it really needed was a swag of chicken wire to highlight that certain something that it was adding to the overgrown disaster that was our yard??? These mysteries will never be solved. Because today, in the battle he was the victor.

Here's the beginning of the fight, captured from a distance:
He dug and dug and dug. We tried to lift and got it about halfway out, but not enough. So he kept digging. And finally, this is what remains:

It's hard to tell from the picture just how deep that hole is. When I stand in it, I'm in up to my hip at least. It was a fierce contender, but just no match for him.

On to the lawn. My parents gave me/us an amazing brand new Craftsman lawnmower that we finally got gas for a few weeks ago. Neither of us has ever owned a brand new lawnmower, so we were blown away when it started right up, ate the 2-3 feet tall grass like it was nothing, and didn't stall once. It was glorious. The lawn still looks like hell (most of it is growing on patches of black plastic (thanks, previous owners...), but you can actually tell it's a lawn now. 

1 comment:

becoming-home said...

Congratulations on your victory!
I've given up on trying to figure out why the previous owners did some of the things they did. Like putting tar/black mastic on beautiful wood floors for example. Its fun thinking about the decisions we're making now that future owners of our house are going to scratch their heads over somday :)