So this post is entirely too long, no one but Zac and I will ooh or ahh at the scroll of a billion photos quite like anyone else because this was our life for the last year. Weekends, evenings, every spare moment it seemed went toward reconstructing our yard. So at the top is the short version, a few before and afters that show a bit of the payoff for our blood sweat and tears (the tears being all on my part).
So there was my beautiful little bungalow (top photo), a year ago exactly. Minding it’s own business, doing nothing wrong, it would soon undergo a massive destruction and reconstruction phase that would last until just last week. The demolition wasn’t by choice but because I came downstairs with a basket of laundry one day to discover sewage flooding my basement. Yes, the 100 year old sewage pipes made of clay (!) had been attacked by tree roots over the century and were now full of well-fertilized threads of vegetation. But, where to find the pipes? We had a few good ideas of where to look but. . . .
Victory! Third try’s the charm.
This is the demon of a tree that was growing up the pipes, we didn’t chop it to bits out of rage, it was happily thriving right above the crumbling pipe so we had no choice but to rip it up.
We now had an entirely shredded yard that had to be put back together. So why not fix all the sidewalks? And tear out the evergreen that made the yard impossible to use because of pine needles and sap? Underground sprinklers would improve the value of the house. And how about some pillars? Some lights outside would be nice for dark winter night. . .
After Zac and I shoveled approximately 17,000 wheelbarrows of gravel, it was time to pour new sidewalks. We set up heaters under tarps to let it dry during the freezing nights of late autumn.
Along came snow, but no time like the present to start building rock pillars and laying bricks. . .
My task was not only to photograph, but also to pull with all my might on a rope attached to the limbs that Zac was sawing off. The idea was that I would yank the falling branches away from the house and. . . toward myself. . . thereby saving the house from destruction.
The big day is here at last, sod arrives from Walla Walla on Monday morning, our crew of exuberant family, the Barleys, Jordan, Matthias, Lottie, Hartwell, and Meredith stand by to pounce on the pieces of green carpet. We had the whole thing done in three hours!