This morning, I bought $26 worth of bagged crushed rock.
By the end of the day, I’d bought $65 worth…and made a start on my little courtyard fantasy.
Here’s the end result after about half a day’s hard work. From this
I learnt three things today.
1. Bags of crushed rock are heavy. Bloody heavy.
2. Smacking crushed rock into the ground with a shovel for several hours is by far the best shoulder and biceps workout you’ll ever get. I’m exhausted!
I’m tired, but happy, because now comes the fun part – scouring eBay and second-hand shops for a weathered bench or chairs, old terracotta pots…and visiting my new favourite store for plants and paint:
And 3: I think I may be developing a bit of green thumb. Is this what happens to you when you hit your mid-thirties, living in suburbia..?! Who’d have thought…