Every year, my husband gets a bee in his ass about "getting the yard ready for summer" way too early.
This year is no exception considering they are predicting a snowstorm for the end of March.
|Outdoor tabletop heater|
|Husband's birthday gift|
|Lantern for the gazebo|
|Porch swing bird feeder|
|Tealight lanterns (love the stars!)|
|String lights for gazebo|
We plant grass seed, mow, weed, mulch and put pots full of pretty flowers out in case we decide to have people over for a party or barbeque.
We had a nice Amish man build us a pergola and planted a wisteria and honeysuckle and grapevines around it to make a cover for it (someday)
We power sprayed the deck last year and plan to have it re-stained this year. I want to put rocks in the ground in the pergola to put our outdoor furniture on instead of the grass.
We never have people over.
Except for a few parties I have thrown for the boys, we don't host parties, get-togethers, dinner clubs or birthdays.
We talk about it a lot. People ask to come see the house, the yard.
I always have an excuse. It's never clean enough, pretty enough, finished yet. Too hot, too cold, too buggy.
Sure, we sit by the fish pond and drink our coffee sometimes, we lay in the hammock and look at the stars, we eat at the table outside (alone) and talk about the fabulousness of our yard and how lucky we are.
This year is the one. I am going to invite people over, make margaritas and have martini bars, grill steaks, hot dogs, burgers and lobster tails, listen to music and sit by the pond, string my lights around the yard and light all the tiki torches, dance by the moonlight with my husband.
2011 is the year.
If I can just get this dump cleaned up.