I pretty much live at my boyfriends house – though everything I own (minus my two fluffballs) is at my parents house or in my uncles basement at this point. I have previously written how its driving me nuts not having a space of my own….
Well, I guess this weekend that all caught up with me.
What started as me trying to be cute/annoying in the front area (we can’t call it a garden simply because its not) turned into a 3 hour demolition of what was there With no knowledge of what I was doing or a plan as to what would be done with the space, I attacked. I pulled out weeds that had entangled enough brick to build a grill ( I know for a fact these particular bricks were indeed once a grill) vines, roots, ants, cement stones and cement blocks, plants that I’m not positive were weeds and a hose that had fallen to its death years ago.
Now what do I do with it? PS, I know NOTHING about plants. But hey, we now we have a starting point?
The BF did build me a picnic table this weekend. Well, 99% build, it still needs its support beam. I’m super happy with it though. Birds have already pooped on it, so I’ll take that to mean its good. 🙂