It's a perfectly sunny day that insists on being enjoyed. Since it's already September and fall is on the horizon, it best not go to waste. Gotta do the outdoorsy thing while you can. Time for a cool drink with a shovel in hand, as I myself have some grave raiding to do. Allow me a moment while I attempt to unearth this tale for you...
Our front yard has attained a few new features this summer. Each year we like to add to our landscaping extraveganza. Amongst the new trees and bushes, butterfly garden, greenery and ornamental grasses, we decided our lawn deserved something special. Nothing like we planned, but I guess it does have an air of tranquility and mystery. After all, nothing says country cottage better than a pile of rocky dirt, reminecent of a traditional looking homestyle grave, now does it? OK, maybe it is missing a body BUT its still an eyefull none the less. Heck, I'm still raving about it, aren't I?
What began with such a simple idea for a rock garden, meant to fill an awkward dent in our lawn, turned into a human sized wreck over the course of the summer. Recycling old sod remnants (that I suppose could represent the deceased) to try and fill the un-level lawn might not have been the best idea. It ended up looking more mound-like than anticipated. Adding the mini boulders kept it rustic but didn't explain the perpose of our project as much as they should have. Worst was realizing it had become a massive ant hill, and being evicted by the new tempermental residents. My planting ended in an early retreat. So instead of a succulent oasis, we now have a creepy looking marker for those strolling past our home.
Needless to say, the neighbours haven't said anything about our latest attempt at curb appeal, though I'm sure the odd wondering dog likes to pay it's respect. I however, have yet to make any peace with it.