nobody's house is going to change.

Budget, time, & energy constraints seriously limit the development of my home's renovation.  In my mind, I have the plans made.  But in reality what I see are only tasks undone.  This tree, along with its siblings are the just pangs in my heart when I arrive home.  I walk outside to take in the wonder of owning this fabulous home on this fabulous lot in my own hometown and then I see the trees.  There they are.

anti-climatic yard work

We took on the unbelievable task of finding our yard this weekend.  After a summer of focusing on the inside of the house, the outside went out of control.  Seriously, it's complete anarchy. 

So we went tyrant on this place & borrowed my dad's chainsaw. Here's some of the fun:

our backyard before 

(please ignore the mysterious, perfectly rectangular brown spot in the foreground.  we have no idea where this came from.  we even tried to think about it & came up with nothing.  we thought, "was it from a tarp?" but no, we can't find our tarps.  then, "was it paint?" but why would there be paint in our yard.  finally, we considered the possibility that it was some sort of bomb shelter.  ala "blast from the past", unfortunately, the ground was soft.  and after a good de-thatching (i'm becoming quite the gardener) we have new growth.)

our backyard after.  see our house? wow!

"yew" bed before

our garage after.

and this is the pile we started with.  wait until you see it in my next post.