feet don’t fail me now

Yo, we have a small backyard project here . . . in progress, dontcha know. Could take months, years, whatever. This is the scoop: our small backyard has always looked kind of bad and this spring I decided to move up from kind of bad to sort of bad and spread grass seed and then I actually sprinkled. Summer, of course, had some truly wet moments, but I am not going to rehash that now – other than to say I was often screaming, “Come in through the back vestibule!!!”

The grass actually started to take hold a bit in that shadowy pathway between the clubhouse and the outcropping of the garage and I even planted hostas along the brick wall of said garage – the wall that has northern exposure.  And I seeded elsewhere and picked up debris and planted some apparently mutant tomatoes. We started heading out that way . . . and we started to wear a squashed down, soon to be muddy PATH. ack ack ack

So, time for a modification in the plan – extending stepping stones; I mentioned it to Der Bingle who embraced the idea. Yesterday morning he went looking at stones and he came back beaming at his find – pebbled feet. I was with him right through the pebbled part and then I snorted at “feet”.  However, he was so enthusiastic and I knew the kids would get a kick out of them (feet, get it? hahahahaha).

Cameron and I went this morning and got five feet and three crescents and here they are:

the project

Notice the snow shovel???  And the twigs for the firepit? So AmeliaJake.

the feet

And speaking of AJ, that’s my little foot in the very lower right corner.