Here is what it looked like when we moved in. Icky, patchy, weedy grass, with lots of construction site crap ground in.
Here it is after we moved lots of dirt. It was one of the first warm days of spring when we got started. It felt good to have a project that day. We had a poor worksite safety record, though.
Ta Da!
And ooooh! You should see it with the candles and tiki torches lit, and the fire going. I nearly pee myself with joy, it is so pretty.
Before anyone starts bestowing us with any unearned DIY cred, we ended up calling in a professional. We had this great idea that we were going to make cement tiles with a mold that we borrowed from my parents. It was actually a pretty good plan, and I think it would have turned out nicely, except that we could only make ONE TILE A DAY. At some point I did the math, and even though there was over a month until my thirtieth birthday party, we would never be finished in time. In the end, a nice Australian guy named David came over and poured us a perfect patio. Hey, atleast we dug the hole.
I want to get about ten times more plants but I have to wait for the sting to wear off from all these. SB is a very tolerant and kind husband who manages to only wince slightly when checking out at Home Despot.
