10 TONS OF DIRT ...

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10 Tons of dirt or something to that nature. I am falling to sleep at night with visions of green grass and flowering fruit trees and a jungle gym. I dont have pics to post tonight but I can tell you that the yard of our dreams is closer now than it was a week ago.
For those that havent been here I have to backtrack, the yard has been full of debris from the construction since it began. our builder turned into an as*&^% and just left and didnt come back with about ten percent of the work left to be done. May not sound like alot but when you have a beautiful house that just isnt quite done it can drive a person over the edge or close to it.
So Andy has been fighting the piles of siding and trash and wood and concrete and more trash for about three months now. We would go out and PICK THROUGH THE PILE. Only to find more crap under neath the other pile of crap.
To my surprise I looked out tonight and actually had a glimpse of what could be. We can seriously have a kick ass yard. Hard work and some cash we will be living a life in a the yard with our children and a tiki bar stocked full of rosty somethings sooner rather than later. I can say by the end of the summer we will have a yard.
To describe what we have roight now is about an acre of top soil and a carport in the middle. The possibilities are endless and I so want to take our timea nd plan out the design and long term goal of our "space"
Some ideas of eventualities in the yard- I am attaching some pictures of a wish list.

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