a few weeks after we bought our house we met the builder at our foundation on a rainy day. we looked over the sloping yard and discussed some of our concerns. he said off-handedly, “we didn’t plan on this being a usable yard.”
at his words i retreated to the car and cried. we bought this house intending to raise a family here, preferably with kids playing in the yard. i worried we had made a huge mistake.
christian assured me we didn’t make a mistake. he promised we could have a functional yard. it would just take some work. a lot of work actually.
christian has undertaken that work with a pick and shovel each night. his plan unfolds as the trench deepens. i watch comfortably from the window.
he likes to remind me of his hard work in relation to the weeds i still haven’t pulled. last week he saw a friend weeding her yard. when he asked why his wife didn’t like to weed she reminded him that his wife can cook.
and cook i do. although i sometimes disappoint since he likes to frequently request lasagna. i don’t just have ricotta lying around! who does he think i am!? giada-i-pronounce-simple-words-with-an-italian-accent!?
last week after a long evening in the trench, i rewarded him with a nice lasagna.
the weeds will have to wait.