It feels like one, so I’m treating it like one. The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, and most importantly – it’s not as chafingly warm as it was overnight. The husband dragged himself and the little one out to Homebase to pick up some bits (such as a water butt and a thin metal brush… on a stick!), so it did the trick to get us back outside doing a few bits and bobs. I got the patio mainly de-weeded, and got some of the stubborn ones that are… were… lurking amongst the roses.
The best part is that my husband suggested something that I’ve been muttering about for years – getting our grass on. I do not like the rock garden look in the slightest, nor do I like having to put on shoes to go outside. My yard, my bare feet should be caressing the surfaces, flat out. However, that still means we need to get rid of all the rocks… painful, since there’s not a convenient plastic sheet under them (which is why we have such a ridiculous weed problem). The husband’s basic idea is that we get up as many of the rocks as possible. We lay down a bunch of new soil, and then turf atop that. We’re not talking a huge area – maybe 10 foot by 13, 13 and a half, so we’ll see. It will be awesome if we can figure it out, though I suspect it might be a good idea to ask one of our gardener contractors for ideas//help in the matter. 🙂
For now, I’m going to continue enjoying flopout-itude (in spite of the long weekends recently, this feels like the first one off in ages), and maybe see if I can manage to make a start on the next Figment contest. I have something in mind, but I don’t really know which approach I want to make to it quite yet. Working title, I think, will be ‘Broken Wings’, though, since the idea has to do with a dream of mine from when I was a teenager. Oh subconscious, what good writing fodder you are… and conscious… and experience… you get the idea!
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