chronicling the evidence

since this is the *first* time my yard has ever been clean.  i’ve been working on it all summer.  when boy took a week off to go to brasil i filled the truck up with scrap and hauled it to his dad’s house.  that and i’ve been ritually sneaking out on wednesdays, in my jammies, and cramming stuff into the trash can for months.  and i did make my sister work like a slave moving lumber, stumps, buckets of composted goat poop, and firewood during her vacation.  i’m not above it.

we even got the patio frame up this last week.  before it was laying on it’s side operating as a giant obstacle course in front of the door.  i removed all the coils of hay string, drying seed pods, the barbed wire collection and the hanging miscellaneous bag of gutter parts off of it.  sanded and painted it.  and then there was the encroaching bucket collection, the rake handle collection, the plastic pot collection, the motor oil collection, the glass collection, the pitch collection….  yes, he even saves pitch.  what i’m really saying is that you have no idea.

none.  of course you really couldn’t see any of this under the giant stack of uncut firewood heaped under the tree.  which you couldn’t really see either, since your eye was immediately captivated by the unearthed oil tank beached in the midst of it.  once that was removed (my 9 year anniversary present) i felt inspired to tackle the rest.  first i tried fire.  (i forgot to mention the 5 foot high brush collection under the firewood collection.)  but the firemen showed up in full heat gear with oxygen tanks in my dining room glaring at me through the french doors.  it’s just the way i was raised.  when you’re done with the couch you haul it in the back and get a match.  sheesh, city folk.

gideon and jehu have become so proficient stacking firewood (i eventually worked the whining out of them) that they are ready to complete this side of the fence this winter.  it will be their stack and they can sell it in the fall.  jehu actually came up to me the other day and said, “i only like stacking firewood, when is daddy going to bring more?”  what a good boy.

and look, flowers even.

that’s the picnic table i painted a long while back.

the rest of the yard is taken up by the soccer field.  gideon stumbles out of bed in the morning, puts on his flip flops and plays soccer without pants.  we’re looking at putting in a putting green for their christmas present next.  so they can golf in the buff.

and if you don’t believe me, here is a before picture.  but that was only a month after we moved in so we were just getting started when it came to looking trashy.

and doing a mighty fine job of it if you ask me.

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3 Responses to “chronicling the evidence”


  1. 1 Nightmare from Washington October 3, 2011 at 9:49 am

    I’m not going to even commment on how strange my family is.

  2. 2 Grandma Sandy October 3, 2011 at 12:02 pm

    Your yard is beautiful. Now for the garage. (What will the Boy do now, for a collection?) Sounds like you stepped into his space. Actually I think men like it when we step in – – remove and tidy up.

  3. 3 Grandad October 3, 2011 at 7:21 pm

    I could understand cleaning up, but how could you dispose of boys pitch. That stuff is hard to come by. I don’t believe it!!!


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