In true midwestern style, the neighborhood kids were in shirts and flip flops during this early warm spring weekend. We couldn't stand to spend another day working in the basement on a sunny day, so we tackled the yard.
I dug up enough rocks and gravel to fill the freshly repainted flower boxes. Moms old wrought iron planter looks amazing after a coat of Rustoleum. Paul restacked the retaining wall blocks so they were less "boob like" in their shape. The fussy-looking, non-functioning gas light post fixture was yanked out, as well as the stake lights. Yes, we already owned a lawn edger before moving in. How is it we (or maybe just I) doubted that home ownership was for us?
For a tiny little front yard (we don't have any back yard at all), it was a lot of work! Paul isn't keen on my suggestion to make the flower bed a rock garden, so we have more work yet to do.