And you would be wrong.
It's not like I live out in the country. I don't. I live on the edge of the city where my backyard backs up to an elementary school. We bought the house new in 1996. The only thing this house had were two trees in the front yard (covenants rules) and a sodded backyard.
My hubby and I did, or paid someone to do, everything you see in these pictures.
|We built the lower deck, the brick stairs (2), and brick walkway.|
|Hubs dug the hole for the pond, along with laying all the rock, twice.|
|I convinced him to make the side yard a garden bed, because the grass didn't grow very well. The plants are thriving.|
Two days ago, I posted these pictures on Facebook.
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Normally, I don't like to hear bunnies scream--it's heart wrenching--but I was glad to hear the bunny scream yesterday.
After about an hour, he was still shaky, but he jumped right after I took this picture.
We still have five baby bunnies in the side yard. Another one went venturing by my rose bushes along the fence and I worried that he would be another victim in the pool skimmer, so we chased him back to the side yard.
Hubby wants to take the bunnies and relocate them to one of the wilder park areas/green belts/hubby's brother's farm, but I'm not ready yet.
I take my job as a Rescue Hero very seriously.