Holes...

In my previous post, I alluded to the hole-digging capabilities of Scootie. However, I managed to completely take up a whole huge post with pictures from the bridge-building (which was MOMENTOUS!) and didn't include any from Scootie's work. So, without further ado, here is what Scootie has assisted me (and Auntie BJ) with over the last few weeks:

Crepe Myrtles to the left and right of the drive ... sets of three (you can also see drainage correction work by Cam and Rip with the trusty bobcat)

Spider Lillies                                                            Purple Passion (or Purple Heart)

I forgot to write down the names of these plants for posting purposes, but I did make garden markers for each of them with teak stakes carved with the names using my handy-dandy Dremel. Love to Dremel! That is hands down the BEST tool ever.

Complete!

I've been busy. I know.  You're sitting there thinking "who ISN'T busy?" I do not corner the market on busy. I've got it. Things have been happening around the homestead.  I've been planting, raking, scraping, weeding, seeding, etc. I've been working outside some now that it's beginning to cool off (thank goodness!). Last week, Auntie BJ came down with some plantings for me. I was the proud (LUCKY) recipient of gardenias, crepe myrtles and lillies.  Scootie was the proud recipient of hole digging duties. Needless to say, after digging what must have seemed like 50 million holes, Scootie was covered in dirt. LITERALLY. HEAD TO FEET. Don't believe me?

Told ya.  And don't be fooled. He didn't dig the fire pit. Our friends Cam and Rip came down with the bobcat and did that for us. Cam and Rip have come in handy over the last few weeks. They surprised me on Tuesday evening with the BEST. THING. EVAR.  Wanna see?

    

Cam drilling the holes for support rods

                                                    Rip hammering home the support rods

                              The first plank.... 2 inch solid oak

                 Yes, ladies, they ARE both single...and have a bobcat...and can fix things. Sigh.

                             The last nail (well, except for the ones that fell in the creek!)

                                                               The REAL test ...

                                   Sissy, of course, thinks it's a great runway...and POSE!

And this?  This is the best part.  THIS is a picture taken by me FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CREEK! FINALLY! I can see the back half of my property. Well, I can get to the other side of the creek. Now, Marv just has to make me a trail.

I am standing over the middle of the creek!

Thanks so much to Cam and Rip for helping us out with this project. I kept telling them how excited I was about having a bridge and being able to get across the creek, but I still don't think they understand what it means to me.  Everyone else has been able to scamper across the "natural bridge" (meaning the old fallen tree) but that just wasn't an option for me. It has been very frustrating for me not to be able to do things I could before without even thinking about them. I would have been right there with the kids and Niece and Nephew scurrying across the log and exploring the other side, but I just didn't want to risk it.  I'm so grateful we have family and friends who are able to help with some of my projects (some of which Marv sees no need for, but whatevs). 

Complete!

Our first offical project as homeowners is complete! And, I might say, I think it is the most important one.

Behold the beauty:

Needless to say, RTD is not as excited as I am. He wholly enjoyed being in the A/C. What did he hate? Being in an air crate IN MY KITCHEN (okay, it was in the breakfast area but technically IN MY KITCHEN) smelling people food and having BTK taunt him by flaunting his freedom to roam about the house.

And, I think RTD would argue my "complete" is an erroneous title (yes, he uses big words. He is Marv's dog, after all). I think he would prefer HIS HUMAN PUT A ROOF OVER HIS HEAD. Or, at least, that's what he implied to me. I could be mistaken.