An Apple a Day

This post isn't really about the renovations so much as the yard that we are going to have to get in order and then eventually maintain ourselves.  Our yard is huge.  Well, huge to us former city dwellers.  Neither BJ nor I have ever been super excited to do yard work.  In fact, when we figured out how much 1.1 acres really is, we called the guy who used to mow the lawn for the previous owners and told him to keep it coming.  During settlement we had negotiated to keep the contents of the garage thinking that the lawn and garden items would be sufficient for lawn maintenance.  HA!  There are two push mowers, status unknown on both, and one decrepit Gravely walk behind mower that had gas left in the tank for the past 30 years.  We negotiated for duds. 

When we figured it out, BJ was so excited to buy his own lawn equipment that we went right out to Home Depot and I let him go wild.  I did not interject.  I did not protest.  I let him tell me what he thought we would need to maintain the lawn.  We came home with a pick ax and a machete.  Nice. 

BJ has spent many weekends knocking down vines, trees, weeds.  When you go into the yard it looks no different then when he started.  Not because he didn't do anything, but because there is just so much dense brush bordering the yard.  But there is one thing that I love about our yard.  We have apple trees.  3 really really old apple trees.  Not crab apples, but real, majorly large apple producing trees.  Lets just say the Amelia has a freezer full of organic homemade applesauce to last her until she turns 5. 

The discovery of the apple trees has me so excited to see what else this mysterious yard can produce.  We know there used to me a kitchen garden on one side, a herb garden out front, and a huge vegetable garden about half way down the hill.  Hopefully we can bring the yard back to its glory days.  We just need to move into this house first.