When we bought our house up here in Idaho, Mom told the builders to leave the backyard blank. That meant no grass, no trees, no bushes, and nothing else you may expect in a backyard’s layout. It was a blank slate, and mom wanted it that way so that we could build a “custom” backyard. Just know that whenever I say “we” in this post, I mean mom and dad, because me and my brothers kind of did… nothing. Mom and dad did pretty much all the work while we just sat there for most of the day. But, I gotta write this post about something, so I may as well list all the stuff mom and dad did, and just break it down.
First thing we did was pluck the weeds. The builders did little other than throw their empty water bottles and cigarette butts on the ground. Because they didn’t put grass and plants in, weeds were everywhere. So we went out there with a big bucket and plucked them all right out of the ground. Time went by, and we dug a big hole for a pond, and laid out a border for the patio. Then we Winter came, and we stayed inside for a while. When mom had us get out there in the Spring, we found out the pond hole had caved in during the winter, so we dug it back out, and the started tracing the hole for the trampoline. Then dad got some sand and a compactor, and so we filled in the outline for the patio with the sand and compacted it down into a flat, hard surface. Dad then proceeded to buy a truckload of bricks for our patio. After a lot of work on dad’s part, we had a brick patio. Then mom filled the backyard with woodchips. Mom said it would look better after a while, and I’m pretty sure this is a “trust the process” kind of thing. Why? Because I think the backyard looks hideous with woodchips. You don’t have to mow it, which is an upside, but it looks really, really bad. Anyway, we dug a big hole, put the trampoline in it, then mom put in some drip irrigation lines and some plants. We also planted some raspberries, except the package lied to us and we actually planted blackberries.
We did a lot of other stuff, but this essay is over 400 words long, so I gotta end it here. Here’s some pictures of our mostly finished yard.
The Wooshing King 