Backyard: Slugs and Shenanigans

Tony took a few days off from work 

so we could tear up the backyard:

Here's yesterday:

What a lucky chance this is for me to 'a-member' 

(as Alivia would say) 

my childhood. 

I'm relearning that dirt is good. 

Dirt is fun. 

Dirt literately rocks.

And, also, dirt clings to you like a slug on a wet slab of crag:

 

 We were all covered head to toe in crud by the end of the day. 

We dug up and replanting sod, hauled and laid rock dust and 

agonized over the right stone pattern.

 Except for MeKenize, who went to the school dance:

Yes, those are flip-flops:

Regrettably, we didn't cover up the rock dust and it rained last night, so tomorrow we'll be pulling up this stonework and laying more down.

Bummer:

Today:

 Before:

 After:

We started a path:

There is still so much to do:

 We were filthy by the end of today too, but we accomplished much and even had some laughs:

But only if I'm wearing pink gardening gloves:

Come on over if you'd like to play in some mud: