I wish that, for just a moment, you could see what I see. Perhaps my words and the photos will be enough.
This morning we headed out at just past seven to begin mowing. Well, Dave mowed and I was in charge of moving a woodpile. Yes, an entire woodpile.
I remember the first two trees we had taken down on the property. A few weeks after they were cut down, our neighbor came by, “So, when are they coming back to carry off the wood?”
I grinned and told him the wood was staying. He laughed, realized I wasn’t joking, and stared at me like I had lost my mind. I guess he didn’t know that happened a long time ago.
The thing was, we couldn’t afford both trees to be cut down and taken away. So we just had them cut them down and dealt with the wood by eventually lining it up in a low wall again the back of the property. This worked well in stopping cars from driving through our yard. Yes, this did happen until then. Later, as more trees were removed (we have now removed four in total), we rolled them over to serve as seating around our firepit and stacked other pieces in a big woodpile.
But I had this idea for creating a driveway and fencing the backyard in right where the Airstream is, so we needed to move the RV to a different location, namely where the woodpile currently was.
Logistically speaking, it made sense to move the woodpile, prep the space, then we could move the Airstream, and finish the rest of the fence along the back of the property by late summer.
Dave mowed, I moved the light stuff and then slowly began rolling the bigger logs around the yard, creating seating that doubled as rings around trees I could now plant, and edging/seating near the future pond.
I pulled more of the ever-invasive Japanese hops and was rewarded with scraped and bleeding arms. There was plenty of lifting, shoving, pulling, digging and tons of sweat.
Little Miss wandered barefoot through the yard, eating the ripe mulberries that had fallen from the tree, her face and hands stained purple. She was absolutely filthy with the dirt she was digging in by the time we stopped and went inside.
As I worked, I would occasionally look up. The fruit trees that have grown at least six feet since we planted them three years ago. One of them is thick with Asian pears.
The wood logs that surround the larger trees, welcoming people to sit in the shade and enjoy the flowers that are being planted there. The hostas and rosebushes I planted along the back fence all growing and looking fabulous.
A fierce joy arose in me. Slowly but surely our large yard is being transformed into an oasis of blooms and beauty. And I couldn’t be happier. Yes, every other week we mow the “grass” which is more likely a mix of crabgrass, weeds, clover, and a tiny touch of grass thrown in for good measure. And yes, eventually we will actually plant grass seed, once we have filled the spots we want with an overabundance of flowers and perennial crops like asparagus, rhubarb, and more.
It feels like a woodland park right in the middle of the city.
I can’t wait to park the Airstream in its new location and extend the brick walkway all the way from the firepit surround to the front door of the RV, along with a set of steps that will welcome people inside. Once the front fence is in place, and we run water and electricity to it, I could see Em and her friends having little campouts. It will be perfect!
I dream of having friends over and barbecuing on the back porch and sitting in the sun-dappled shade to eat barbecue under strings of lights that run from the Airstream and light up the night.
A fire in the firepit that chases away the mosquitoes in the summer and the cold in the late fall.
I wish you could see the plans that are inside my head. They are rich and full and detailed.
Stay tuned, the best is yet to come!
Estate Sale Score
I went to an estate sale in search of stained glass. I was too late, it had sold quick, but I did find this lovely platter.
It was holding pearl necklaces that were priced at $3 each. I grabbed two vintage necklaces and asked about the platter.
“No one buys these things anymore,” the woman said.
“Oh, is it not for sale?”
“Well, my husband said he wanted to keep it.”
“Oh…it’s just a really nice platter.”
She paused for a minute, “Well, how much would you pay for it?”
“Gosh, I wouldn’t even know how much to offer you. It’s been so long since I bought one of these. What would you want for it?”
She thought a moment more, “How about $8?”
Considering I had been willing to pay up to $20, I was pretty happy. I showed it to my dad when I got home. He picked it up to feel its weight. “If it’s sterling it would be worth around $260 in silver weight.”
I’m not seeing any markings that indicate if it is silverplate or sterling, but I’m pretty pleased with my estate sale score!