We seeded that bitch.
I'm tired and sunburnt. More explanation tomorrow.
Update: So I spent this entire weekend knee deep in dirt. Well, not literally, but I was definitely encrusted in mud and covered in a full-body sunburn by the time Sunday night arrived.
I spent most of Saturday just doing random maintainance crap around the yard, picking up sticks, digging out saplings, cleaning up the edges around the fence. That kind of thing. I also tried to destroy the far East entrance to the yard, which proved to be incredibly difficult because there was a sort of woodchip base ontop of a tarp, which was also covered in hundred of rocks.
Rolling up the tarp was futile, as the rocks made it too heavy to lift, and it simply ripped in half.
That meant it had to be done by hand. Ugh.
Ben Walter spent a lot of time sitting there picking up pebble after pebble until it was all finished. I had started a collection of rocks in a bucket, but he finished it--and I'm very happy I didn't have to. What a headache.
After that was all done, Ben and I took turns tilling the shit out of the yard, just to spread some oxygen around and get the dirt mixed up. Though we had removed a lot of the debris, completely cleaning it out proved impossible, so we went through several cycles of tilling, raking and bagging. The tiller was actually a lot of fun. It sounds a lot like a chainsaw, but there's no reason to worry about severing a limb when using it.
I also dug up the flowerbed next to the house as best I could, and removed a giant concrete slab from the yard. I think it's original purpose was for a downspout to rest, though nearly all of our gutters are gone, so it was pointless to leave it there.
Sunday was more of the same. Cleaning up shit around the yard.
I got up relatively early and got my big red truck that I had stashed at my grandfather's house. I also stole his mower while I was there so that we could trim the front lawn a bit (overgrown with dandelions).
The next hour and a half was spent moving the giant pile of wood from the ground, to the truck. Nice workout that turned out to be. Then I hauled it back down to my grandpa's place and unloaded it (since his garbage man will pick up that kind of shit, and ours won't).
Speaking of my grandpa, tomorrow is his 86th birthday. Eighty-six. Man that's amazing.
After packing all the wood up, I went and bought some wire fencing and staples to keep the dog out of our yard. Around the edges of the yard, I dug a trench into which I sunk some long, thin boards. I reason that this will provide some decent edging to the actual yard rather than having it run directly into the neighbors property. Once the boards were in, I took to installing the fence, which proved to be pretty simple, though I think there must be a better way to do it, because it still looks a bit loose. I suppose if I had some help it could have turned out a bit better.
The final bit of yardwork for the evening was the seeding.
We actually got it done.
The sun was starting to set, but Spadt and I were determined. We took turns tilling the yard, then we spread in a bunch of new lawn fertilizer, and tilled again. After that we sowed the red fescue seeds into our pulverized lawn and watered it down.
Hopefully in a week or two we should have a nice, thick, grassy carpet to play on.
brett at 06:10 PM on April 23, 2006 | Permalink
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