in my family, “shit or get off the pot” is one of our favourite sayings.
after procrastinating all day tuesday, i started shitting on wednesday. and by that i mean digging.
i’ve been putting it off for so long, because those ^ bricks are from when we did the kitchen extension (may 2010) and after they moved to here, mowing became sporadic. i mean, i like stacking and restacking bricks as much as the next girl, but…
i thought i’d use some of them to make a rustic* raised bed for the vegetables that FutureMe will have time to grow and tend to. because FutureMe won’t be restacking bricks or mowing.
(*rustic means not using a spirit level. or cement.)
of course, every inch of ground that i reclaim from sturdy grass and dandilion shrubs, involves digging down, harvesting what topsoil i can from their root systems, and then DISAPPEARING the great big chunks of turf i’m left with.
(that’s not as easy as it sounds, because 1. there is no rear access to our garden, so i have to use MAGIC.
it’s further complicated by the fact that 2. when we did the bathroom (january 2008), i had to DISAPPEAR rather a lot of builders rubble and yet more bricks. so i buried the rubble in trenches and used the bricks for a path. all of which has been hidden by the overgrown “lawn”) <– more magic
thursday, then, was more of the same. digging, magician-ing & recycling bricks, in relentless heat under a cloudless sky. wearing only a bikini and SPF16 (expiry date: 2005). idiot.
^ that’s kitchen wall and sewing room chimney bricks for the raised bed, and bathroom floor bricks as edging pavers.
this is how bored i am of restacking effing bricks:
because i’m such an awesome Housewife, Husband went shopping thursday evening and treated me to some bags of sharp sand and a new roll of that weed suppressant stuff :D
he also made sympathetic faces and applied aftersun to my tragic sunburnt back. he’s the best!