A blog post about something other than the girls, CRAZY, I know. But we will get there, you'll see. So a little background: about six months ago we demolished our brick patio in the back yard and had a new one installed. In order to save money and keep the bricks in good condition, Dan and I did the demolition ourselves and hand cleaned about 1,000 bricks, and these bricks have been sitting on the side of our driveway looking for a new home.
Ever since we moved into this house, I have had it in my mind to remove the scalloped bricks in the front yard and make a nice brick planter. Here is a picture (from a while ago) of our front yard. If you look beyond the overgrown shrubs, you can see the scalloped bricks which I desperately wanted gone.
So I hired some skilled laborers (OK, I provided lunch and good company). And together we dug out the planters, poured a concrete footing and layed some bricks. I wish I would have taken pictures of day one, where Aunt Laura, Aunt Carol and Grandpa George helped me with the concrete. Concrete is Heavy!
But I got some action shots of day two, when Grandpa George, Uncle Greg and my mom helped place the bricks...not as easy as I thought, either! But Aunt Carol warned me, home projects always take twice as long and cost twice as much as you plan.
Then, on day three, I had three little girls to help spread the new soil and plant the new shrubs (and find all the rollie pollies and earthworms around!).
(Elanor & Olivia)
(Elanor & Evie)
And the finished project looks great! I honestly can't believe how good it looks.
And so now, I'm trying to find a use for those old scalloped bricks, more on that later.
Next post about the girls, I promise.
