Despite promises to myself that I would not tackle the back yard until after I turned our front yard into a welcoming little sanctum, I stupidly, stubbornly decided to pull up a ton of pavers from the back yard and use them to build raised beds.
The plants that I originally bought to go into the front yard, never made it there. Some died, others found a new home in my back yard.
Meanwhile, my rhubarb was thriving, the pumkins and cukes from my windowsill garden were growing like… well, pumpkins and cukes, I suppose, and my half-dead chives had come back to life and were doing better than ever.
I planted the passion flower, my one remaining lilac and the four surviving lavender plants in a sunny spot by the fence. So far they seem to be doing fine there, so I might just have done something good.
Since the girls and I are real pyromaniacs, I decided we needed a fire pit in the back yard. A cool one, like the ones I’d seen on pinterest that made me drool all over my keyboard. Preferably one that wouldn’t cost me any money. And guess what? I got myself just the fire pit I wanted.
After all the thinking I’d been doing for weeks and weeks and then some more weeks, the process was surprisingly easy. First, I laid the fire bowl upside down on the pavers, where I wanted my firepit to be. I traced the outline with sidewalk chalk. Next, I laid bricks on the outline. I added five more layers of bricks, then placed three more layers inside the walls for added strength, and finally I placed the bowl on top.
Honestly, this was the first summer since we’ve lived here (ten years, I kid you not!) that we’ve actually enjoyed our back yard. The first summer in all those years where we were able to just step outside and relax in our own little garden.
Oh, the back yard isn’t ready yet. Not nearly, and I’ve got lots of ideas on how to make it even better. But it’s a start. And a very satisfying start at that.
Next project – an arbor, perhaps?