Yard work.

I am sitting in front of the computer in a pair of dark plaid pajama pants, a HUGE pink tie-dyed shirt, (two of me could wear this shirt... I'm not kidding) a gray zippered sweatshirt and a pair of light blue slippers. No bra.

That is why I don't have any pictures to go with this post. I would DIE if someone saw me.

I plan to go out and take some pictures later. You'll just have to wait.

Eric spent the last three days planting things, hooking up lights, and changing sprinkler heads.
The yard looks amazing.
A work of art.
It lights up for two hours in the evening, and the sprinklers come on for 10 minutes at 5:30 AM and 7:30 PM. No more watering. No grass to mow. Almost no maintenance. He says he'll have to blow leaves off in the fall and trim here and there occasionally, but that it's mostly a no work landscape.

For 25 years or so I've known Eric was a landscaper without actually knowing what that meant. I never watched a landscape happen, ya know?

There were occasions I saw one that he had put in, but I never saw the effort and the down on the knees/hands in the dirt work. So it's been a revelation to me.

I was considering the amount of time it took for this yard to happen.
Back in September, he had four guys here for 10 hours. He worked alongside. So that's 50 hours. That happened again a few weeks ago.
100.

Add in another 30 hours for the guy we gave money to. (I wrote about it but I'm too lazy to look it up. He and his family were about to be evicted, so Eric gave him the money he needed to stay in their rental and they agreed on how many hours of work his guy would do in return. That way he earned it. He was adamant about not taking a handout.)

Now add in the time Eric spent working alone. Just this weekend was about 20 hours. So we're at about 200 man-hours, give or take.

I can't wait until all the plants mature.