Front yard, May 2010
Front Yard, late 2007 or early 2008
Ok, this isn't an entirely fair comparison because one of these photos is from May and the other is hard to pinpoint exactly but was taken sometime between November and, uh, February several years ago, and you can see that we had already dug in our first three small beds. B found the older photo through google street maps, and when he pulled it up on our computer we both just sat there quite honestly feeling a little stunned (we don't have any before photos of our own because some meanie stole my laptop while we were off getting married). Yah, we dug up the entire effing yard, cheers. When we moved in there was one tiny bed in front of the porch, and today there are five garden beds, a strawberry bed, an asparagus bed, a raised bed, a flower bed, a shade bed, a cherry tree, a peach tree, two rain barrels, and NO GRASS. You couldn't have sold us that bill of work in one go, no way no how. Just looking at the old photo brings back sod rolling and compost shoveling and wood chip slinging. Really what looking at these photos does is swamp me with an insane amount of love for my husband. This grand patch of dirt is our romance, right there in the front yard. It's where he proposed to me, it's where we realized that we were two people who both really liked to knuckle down and bust ass, it's where we go to clear cluttered heads, it's where we work to turn the visions in two brains into one that honors both minds. We say it all the time: "I would never have pulled this off without you." For real.