Today we (when I say we I mean Rory) took on a project we had been dreading. We dug out the grass in our courtyard. Before we moved in, and before the owner renovated it, we came to look at the house. It is not one of my fondest memories. The carpet was stained, it wreaked of animal feces and urine, there were wires hanging, dirt, broken furniture; it looked like an episode of hoarders had just finished taping here. The backyard had a rotted bench, an overgrown bougainvillea, and pebble ground cover galore. The landlord pulled out all of the plants, but still left it in pretty gross shape when we moved in. We had to clean up beer bottles, electrical wires, bits of tile, and all sorts of trash the construction workers didn't feel like throwing into a trash can. Thanks guys!! Rory dug every thing out, rototilled it, found some dead cat bodies (yep!), and that's when we started our own landscaping. We put down sod, planted some lavender, daisies, and a dwarf orange tree.. we were really looking forward to the warmer weather so we could enjoy our lovely green space. Well ladies and gentlemen, I'm pretty sure the souls of the deceased cats have cursed our little dirt patch because the sod died, we have replaced more daisies than I can count, and one of my lavenders isn't growing. This will be an ongoing project. I think we are just going to get some pavers to put on the dirt; sadly we are giving up on green.
|See her little teeth!??|