Actually, we're sort of in between the suburbs and the sticks. Last summer we purchased our first house. It sits on 1.5 acres. A third of that is cleared, fenced, and vaguely yard-like if you squint and have a good imagination. The other acre is a brushy wooded hill down to a creek.
So right now we're turning our grass into Phase 2 of Turning a Field of Weeds and Brambles Into a Real Yard. (Phase 1 was whacking down weeds taller than our second grader last summer. Second grader really likes grass snakes, which worked out well for him!) Phase 2 is, you guessed it, sod busting.
Turns out we live on an ancient glacial deposit. You dig down about 4 inches and find a big, undiggable pile of rocks. It's a good thing I like a challenge. I spent the afternoon digging and sifting. There's GOT to be a good use for a pile of fist-sized rocks. Path lining, perhaps?
Meanwhile, our garage is given over to coop building, and our master bathroom is now home to a chickie brooder filled with my new fluffy babies. My mom, who has the heart of an in-town girl, has taken to calling me "Farmer Nikki." Good thing she doesn't know of my eventual plan to get a goat to take care of the man-eating blackberry brambles that grow around here!
Wish me luck! Hope you don't mind, but I just needed an outlet to share my projects. I love this place!
--Nikki
So right now we're turning our grass into Phase 2 of Turning a Field of Weeds and Brambles Into a Real Yard. (Phase 1 was whacking down weeds taller than our second grader last summer. Second grader really likes grass snakes, which worked out well for him!) Phase 2 is, you guessed it, sod busting.
Turns out we live on an ancient glacial deposit. You dig down about 4 inches and find a big, undiggable pile of rocks. It's a good thing I like a challenge. I spent the afternoon digging and sifting. There's GOT to be a good use for a pile of fist-sized rocks. Path lining, perhaps?
Meanwhile, our garage is given over to coop building, and our master bathroom is now home to a chickie brooder filled with my new fluffy babies. My mom, who has the heart of an in-town girl, has taken to calling me "Farmer Nikki." Good thing she doesn't know of my eventual plan to get a goat to take care of the man-eating blackberry brambles that grow around here!
Wish me luck! Hope you don't mind, but I just needed an outlet to share my projects. I love this place!
--Nikki