Apparently all the talk of diggers and walking past Calgary's continuing construction sites (we have one across the street and 3 on the walk to daycare) has had an effect. That or my ovulation hormones that cause nesting, whether you're pregnant or not, caused me to dig up the entire back yard on April long weekend.
It started with the last post, taking down the eyesore greenhouse. Which was really a shed. A shed full of mouse shit. And rotten wood. Then I started digging what I thought were rain gardens a la drylands rain harvesting expert Lancaster. Then I tried digging swales, again, not actually knowing what I was doing. So we have a yard that looks like it threw up all over the place. But Charlie has been having a blast with his little trucks and his strider bike, which is now an offroad bike. Though he doesn't ride it. He just walks around while holding it, then falls over and says "Elp pwease!!" though he's never hurt.
