While the rest of the world is tripping through their gardens admiring their azaleas and cutting branches from their forsythia, we’re occupied with much less aesthetic activities.
Our driveway is juuust narrow enough that when we emerge from our car we often step into a La Brea tar pit of mud. This past weekend we decided to rectify that.
First, we had to pry up the stop-gap measures we put in several years ago which, although they weren’t much help as bridge across the mud, did manage to become firmly cemented into the ground.
Then, LOTS of digging through soil so riddled with rocks they triggered shock waves through your arms when you plunged in your shovel.
This was followed by five bags of small stones. And we thought we were done, but we still had a two inch drop from the edge of the driveway. It seems we were a bit too enthusiastic with our digging.
So - - back to Home Despot for more and bigger stone, and five bags later, we realized - - we still need five more.
Perhaps we could blame it on the project’s supervisor.