So, it actually started with my best friend posting pictures of his sickeningly manicured backyard on his Facebook, and then me meandering outside to face this.
I had to admit it. I had garden envy.
This area had fallen into despair for a very good reason: we had a beehive move in.
Did I mention I'm allergic?
We'd read on another blog that a fertilizer sprayer attached to your hose and filled with Dawn dishwashing liquid would quell honeybees.
It doesn't. It makes clean, really pissed off insects.
However, just a tip, if a shiny, great smelling bee happens to sting you, gently scrape the stinger out with a credit card and then put the juicy surface of a freshly cut onion on the area. Oddly enough, it obliterates the swelling and redness.
And yes, we field tested this. The sacrifices we make for you on this blog.
As we got closer to the hive, the pile on the curb grew.
And this guy shooed me clear of danger.
We went ahead and dug out the overgrown ornamental grass bed on the patio to put in something a little more spectacular.
Wells, as always, supervised and did the detail work.
Those roots need to be dug out completely you know.
Samwow wrapped the roots in wet newspaper and transported them to the front yard, where another project was in progress.
Savannah decided to take a gratuitous amount of Feline Overlord photos,
because, well, let's face it, the cat's cute.
But I digress.
Thom and Savannah were at the front weeding the walkway and prepping the beds for the grasses...
A little weed blocker fabric.
Some lovely plants to divide up.
This will dress up our pitiful walkway a bit.
And voila! We're getting somewhere.
What we need now is a gallon of terra cotta paint.
Hey, where did everyone go?