November 28, 2006

More Sweat and Bunnies

Dang, if I thought we worked hard _last_ weekend, well, THIS weekend was a killer!

I darn near beat my weed whacker to death ripping up large quantities of grass in the back yard... really. I need to take it apart to see if it broke inside or is just loose. The poor thing has a wicked backlash-rattle now. Just a week, and it may be going in for warranty service.

Speaking of grass, did you know that clusters of grass make stumps? Gnarly! And in each stump, there seemed to be a large white grub nestled, happy and fat. Ugh.

So, the yards. We chopped off a lobe of the Yucca plant by the driveway, surrounded it with limestone, and gravelled it within an inch of its life. Looks good!

Then, more limestone blocks to line the beds all around the back yard fence. Leaving... way too much limestone left over.

So, from the gate in the fence at one side of the house, all around the house, and to the fence at the other side, we cut and lined a path.

And STILL we have two courses of limestone left on the pallette! We'll have to get creative now to figure what to DO with it all. Jeez.

As it is, I need about 2 more cubic yards of gravel to fill the path we made (way ahead of schedule) and a few yards of mulch for all the beds we made (also ahead of schedule).

Our spare (outdoor) cat, Sparky, loves all of this yardwork. He rolls in the ditches we cut for the blocks. He pounces on the bright orange electrical-cord snake. He rabbit kicks the landscape cloth. He gets lots of attention and dusty scritches from the tired humans.

So, is it because of the fun weekend he just had -- or is it because of the coming cold weather? -- that he left a rabbit head on my doorstep at lunch today? I think he's trying to buy entrance to the house; a bribe, as it were. Slip a twenty to the doorman and go in to where the food is tasty and the company is good.

Welllll it didn't work. Marla says it will take more than just the head; she wants the entire rabbit, dressed and roasted. And since he can't get in to use the oven, the poor fellow is caught in the classical catch-22.

Such a good cat.

Posted by Edwin at November 28, 2006 01:22 PM
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