On Tuesday, Bruno came to finish the construction of my raised vegetable garden bed. And I had a phone call with the cranky guy I'm allergic to, wherein he cussed me out, yelled "I'm off your job!" and hung up on me. Long day. That evening we got the two young men across the street, who are wrestling buddies, to help us move stones here and there, and finally we were both happy with how the path and layout looked.
Power shovel because our house is built on "cut," where they cut into an existing hill to create space for our house, and the whole thing is mostly decomposed granite. He parked his shovel here while they took lunch at about 10:45 a.m. and one of them said "cookies?" So I went inside and made a batch of snickerdoodles and took it out to them, along with jugs of ice water. I clear out upstairs so they can relax, and it sounded like a party on my back patio, with lots of laughing and joshing (in Spanish) going on. Most speak English, though.
The plants were laid out and top dressing (the darker brown soil) was brought in.
Leftover bits of rock, chipped off from the slabs of flagstone.
This is where the day ended. The next morning only three men arrived first, and went to town making sure the back lawn area where the sod was going had adequate coverage with the sprinkler nozzles. A few more plants arrived: two peonies (bred for our climate) and two lilacs (the tag says: blooms are better after a cold winter. Looks like I'll be packing the roots with ice or something). I went off to run errands and when I came back, then sod had been laid in the back yard, covering the empty spot where we'd taken out the olive tree, and which had sat empty for about a year.
The mulch covers the drip lines.
Backyard path from brick patio to gate.
I took the following photos this morning, as everything looks so fresh and clean.
Ah, yes. See you plants in three years.
View to the backyard.
In my next post, I'll do some side-by-side comparisons of the before and the after. But for now, we are really enjoying the "after."