One afternoon this week there was such a racket outside, I went to look.
It was Dan, the remaining handyman of the complex, ripping up the grass out front, as I'd asked.
Laura and I had planned on dividing it all into planting areas, so we went to a landscape supply company across the road and bought some stones.
Our first trunk load was embarrassingly puny.
At eight this morning we were back across the road, and bought all the red stones.
Then, to the old garden for plants, and six bags of mulch we still had.
Laura planted and planted.
After lunch Dan stopped and opined the showing of rocks still was mighty puny.
I said we'd go back and buy some more in a bit.
"BUY!" he roared. He and his tractor charged around our house and up the little rocky outcrop behind. He dropped his font end loader and rushed the little hill.
Rock after rock popped up. He and Laura loaded them, and he dumped them in the front yard. Best of all, there are more we can get this weekend.
Then he surveyed our progress and announced we needed a bench in there.
We just happened to have one, and he and Laura brought it round.
Dan expects to see it all planted out on Monday.
The first time I came over here to look at units, I came to an abrupt halt in front of this one.
Isn't it something!
We'll just keep planting.