Not sure I mentioned this but post-construction, I was wrecked. Months of working hard in real estate, making thousands of decisions and spending more money than I'd really ever seen left me feeling physically, mentally and emotionally spent.
We moved in, built furniture, hung window treatments, organized and arranged, cleaned and cleaned and cleaned up again the dust and filth that got tracked in the house by sweet selves and pets from the mud-pit we called "front and back yards". We took little weekend trips away but always returned with joy - and dread - to the project that still needed doing.
Then January 2018 rolled around and I found I had the inspiration and energy to work on the landscaping once again. It's one of my happy places and as we suddenly lost my beloved Smokey Joe to cancer, I threw myself (escaped) into the yard to release grief, create beauty and lose myself in something that symbolized new life in many ways.
Finding the ol' river bed was a mission in itself. Digging it back out from packed construction debris and dirt was harder than I thought it would be!
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