St. Mary: DIRT

Saturday, June 6, 2009

DIRT

I am beginning with a prehistoric lawn. Weeds and weeds ..... and it slopes from north to south and from east to west.

My goal is to camouflage all the venting that goes with the septic system. I also hope to create a level area on this slope - just a little one so that I can pretend I have a garden.

and then there are the veggies.......

I am sad that I didn't have anything in this photo to give you a sense of proportion - I would guess that mountain was about 6 feet high and 12 feet long and 8 feet wide..... it was huge.

It took me two days to move this dirt to my "landfill" area. Me, a wheelbarrow, two buckets and John with his Radio Flyer.

A literal "drop in the bucket".

This was hopeless

so I had to throw in the towel and bring in the big boys

and P.S.

why do I have to put a blanket over my tomatoes in MAY !??!!

3 comments:

for the love of a houseJune 6, 2009 at 9:41 PM
Yes, sometimes ya gotta call in the big boys;) That is one big yard to tackle! At least your septic vents don't have the hooks on them making them look like candy canes! Those are buggers to hide, aren't they?!
You're doing great!Keep up the fight Ms.M!
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vicki archerJune 7, 2009 at 5:45 AM
Those 'big boys' can be helpful at times....had them at my place last week too! xv
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Fabulously FrenchJune 7, 2009 at 7:01 AM
I can see why you can to call in the big boys, it was quite a task doing it my hand...

Bon courage

Leeann x
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This is a huge project - your interest in St. Marys keeps me energized and I love hearing from you

The Project

I saved the church and the church saved me. This wonderful renovation project began in August '06 with an attempted act of terrorism. I was to return to So. California from Wisconsin on the day that crazed people with explosives in their shampoo bottles were busted in London and the whole world stood still. I took the option of re-booking my flight a week later and set out to find an interesting place to make my new home. I drove to the country to see a lovely Victorian farmhouse and passed an old church with a simple "For Sale" sign - and the rest is history. Actually, it wasn't all that simple. My offer was accepted in September the same week I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Everyone insisted I cancel the offer....I was too sick - there was too much to do - the job was too big - I had to stay in California - blahblahblah. I told them it would give me something else to think about - a reason to get up every morning - it would save my life.

And it did.