Friday night. 6 o'clock. Most would be celebrating the start of the weekend. Not us!
We're getting half a dump load of top soil dumped on our driveway.
On a whim, I decided I wanted to get the garden in this weekend or sometime during the week. I made these great raised garden beds last week, and with the great weather, I really, really wanted the garden in.
They just looked so naked....
I'm a huge fan of shopping local, but you know your small town stores have some stocking issues when ALL the hardware stores didn't have any six foot- 1x6's. Well, I held to it, and managed to still shop local when I went straight to the source. I hit up one of the local lumber mills in town, and had the owner himself hand bombed the rough cut lumber right into my car. Talk about killer service! Not to mention, it was less than half the price of what I was expecting it to be.
(See my previous post, 'You Aren't Just a Number' at
So the call was made and suddenly, we had dirt on its way. Not sure if I mentioned it was 6 o'clock at night....
We were so not ready for the dirt; we didn't even have the garden beds placed! So we got to work digging out the border and the posts so we could level the beds. Then we laid some filter cloth, which hopefully limits the amount of weeding I'm going to have to do!
We filled the garden beds with about ten wheel barrows full each, and now we are ready
for some serious planting!
So that was great, getting that task crossed off the to do list, but I should have known that half a dump truck load was going to be more than enough for those two little raised garden beds.
Next thing we know, we are levelling out our entire backyard.
The yard was so full of ruts and hills; you'd be walking back from the fire pit, hit a dip and
be face first in the grass. Or I would be anyways.
I'm not the strongest girl in the world, but I do have a 26 pound 11 month old. Rolling a 50 pound tire around our entire yard to level it out, after shovelling half a dump truck load of dirt, was no big deal. Ok, I only did half of a half of a load. Maybe a little less.... But regardless, we got it done!
So, the moral of the story is: yes, we are insane, but it sure feels good to get our home in order.
It's a never ending journey, and a lot of hard work, but I've got great company and help!
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By Jena Keenan