Everyone, okay some people, have a space in their home where it’s easier to shut the door than to address the problem. Kind of like family dynamics. Wink. Well, our backyard was that space. We nicknamed it, using two words, with two vowels and the first word rhymed with the second word, pit. It was a bad word to match a bad space.
Welcome to our …
Our backyard was ignored for seven years. It needed a caution sign to warn our neighbors (and our friends), family and kids to enter at their own risk.
We removed our children’s playset seven years ago. We were left with a nickname that left little to the imagination. In our two word description, it basically described the gravel filled 12×18 space into a kitty litter box for our two dogs.
Even our Berner puppy Chloe tried to escape from the backyard nightmare from this gate.
It became a wasteland for canine waste and lacrosse equipment. Shutters were drawn when friends came over. We entertained in our cul-de-sac to avoid the backyard. It was bad.
Last fall I hauled a bucket of the pea size gravel to the trash every week. One bucket at a time. I felt like Andy Dufresne removing the plaster crumbles from his pants while digging through a wall in the prison. Shawshank Redemption remains one of my favorite movies.
The grass was in poor shape. The backyard faces north and gets little sun during the winter. The snow sits longer in the backyard creating a mud pit come April. The flagstone pathway stopped at the gate and picked up in front of the former swing set area.
Clearly, it drove our Australian Shepherd, Tanner, crazy too. Tanner eventually took on the role of a landscaper and created a path that clearly should have been flagstone. Tanner is smarter than our entire family.
This was the view from my office.
It’s a wonder I could write a sentence with this view outside my office window. The only difference during the summer was the weed infestation on the top level. The weeds did add much-needed color.
In seven years we had as many bids to tackle this backyard nightmare. All of them came back either way over budget or some household or medical expense derailed our plans. I could make some cool analogies that might impress our “lifecoach” but I will save that for an entirely different post.
There was always something …
Until this spring.
Stay tuned for the backyard makeover. We have spent more time in the backyard in six weeks than the past six years.
Here’s a peek you guys…. remember the grass worn walkway…. look closer.