Day laboring
It's rather surprising how many people who see us working in our yard assume that it couldn't possibly be our yard. Apparently one doesn't do yard work anymore, that's what cheap day labor is for. We're heard rumors that some of our neighbors work in their yards, but we never catch them doing it. Usually it's three guys with a rented pickup, a weed whacker and a leaf blower. I dislike weed whackers and leaf blowers as crude and noisy, sort of horticultural Flowbees.
Our efforts at landscaping have progressed slowly, as we purchased the house at the end of the rainy season when putting something in the ground meant carving at the clay with a pick axe and a possible crispy death for our subjects. But buoyed by a wet winter and persistance, our yard is starting to get complements, and not just the "Anything is better than what was there" kind.
Our efforts at landscaping have progressed slowly, as we purchased the house at the end of the rainy season when putting something in the ground meant carving at the clay with a pick axe and a possible crispy death for our subjects. But buoyed by a wet winter and persistance, our yard is starting to get complements, and not just the "Anything is better than what was there" kind.