If I were a rock, where would I be?

In my back yard! Mr. F has decided that if we are going to plant grass in the backyard, first we need to get rid of the rocks. Well, more like get them at least six to eight inches below the surface of nice soft dirt. Who wants to walk on rocky grass with bare feet? He is also going to put in a couple grassy knolls and the last thing you want when lying in the grass reading your book is nasty uncooperative rocks digging into your back. So. He built himself a sifter and started digging. Holy rocks Batman! No seriously. I took some pictures but I don't think they do the job explaining since you just have to look at them. Three days worth of sifting and digging explains it much better. I helped a little today when I inwardly freaked out about how little sun the front of the house gets. Not cool when you need hot full sun all day. My seedlings (which are coming up nicely btw, the last container started today!) need that to stay beautiful. The lavender might be dragged from it's new home and put out back if they prove to need more sun. So. I thought approaching the subject while Mr. F was hot and tired would be the way to SUCCESS! I sort of bit back my screams of hate and bitterness when I started making the bed. Since my flowers are noxious things that will take over the entire yard I wanted a nice rock border. Lucky me, we have millions of rocks right? I also thought my idea was a great one since it made a nice place for a bunch of the rocks, getting them out of Mr. F's way. I have a new profound respect for him. I made a tiny little flower bed. I am completely wiped out with a headache and sore back. He's sifting the entire fucking yard people. He started Saturday... half the yard is done. Of course I am constantly there to remind him the rocks can stay where they are and I am also fully capable of coming out of nowhere and saying we should make the flower bed out back after all, which will mean moving a ton of sifted dirt over a bit. I'm kind of surprised he hasn't whacked me with the shovel a couple of times. I would have. Although, I don't know who would be making the yard a wondrous and beautiful place were it not for me, so maybe holding back on shovel whacks is a solid plan. Two beautiful hummingbird feeders are on their way and the flower garden is going to be BAD ASS. You'll see. I also got this super cheap decoration. Don't tell Mr. F. He has no idea and it's going to be a surprise I believe he'll enjoy.

I forgot to blog this oh so blogworthy bit of info. I totally helped catch a stray dog the other morning. He was trucking around in heavy traffic so I stopped to see if he would consider going for a ride with the James and I. No go and back into traffic. I couldn't take it and pulled over the further asses the situation. You know how one person can get the ball rolling just by looking interested? That one person was me. The next thing you know, some guy with a bunch of dog treats has pulled over and is helping and then a woman who was walking by was helping. Long story short this dog was super smart and knew what a leash was. Damn. The first time I had him he bit me until I let go. He was fair and didn't hurt me as much as he could have. The second time we thought we had him by luring him into a nice mans yard he realized what was going on and split before the gate could be shut. We finally ended up getting him by that same method. The woman had to go home but I called in back up (Mr. F) and we cornered him and ran him right through a noose I had rigged up. Once he was on leash he was a wild man! I just dragged him out of the yard and sat there while he tried to commit suicide. I'm pretty sure this dog came from the res. He looked and acted the part. Anyway, I spent some time with him and he's quite the polite happy fellow once he's done bucking around trying to strangle himself to death. He ended up with the woman that helped me lure him in to begin with. I walked him up to her house that morning. She called me last night and I confirmed that no one has claimed him (I put ads all over the web). She loves him. His name is Mickey. A happy ending is nothing to thumb your nose at.


Oh yeah, I totally got my elephant food (or baby jade) plants and spaced out when it was time to take pictures. Go me. They're pretty and make the walkway just perfect. You know, I often wonder if once we get this place perfect we're going to talk about leaving. It would make sense wouldn't it?

Here's all the pictures in one big old slide show for you. It's just easier this way...