And I was concerned about the yellow color of a patch of grass yesterday? Oh, to enjoy the luxury of fretting about such minor discontents.
Excavation for the French drain began today.
The crew kindly moved all the plants that were in the way of heavy machinery. It promises to be a most unusual gardening weekend! I can ignore the chaos along the house and turn towards to the uphill beds that are safely out of reach of backhoes and Bobcats, or I can jump the yellow DANGER tape in order to try to create order among the disorder . . . or both.