There we go. Nothing's really wrong here-- except for the weeds by that bush--
But I dreamt of a pergola. And a deck floor that wouldn't shish kabob people's feet. A sliver's one thing, but being shished? Kabobed? Needing pliers to pull out a splinter of wood?
Nonono. We can't have that. It's awkward at barbeques.
And as we all know since I can't shut up about it,
massive construction began. Is it done?
Pffft. Is anything ever really done? I ask you?
But here we are now.
I got to plant. Yay! (Golf clap, nerdy girly squeal.) We're growing the grass back where the deck used to cover, slowly but surely--
and I got the grapevines I always wanted. Gonna train 'em to travel up the pergola. Hopefully. Fingers crossed. Make my own signature wines. I'm a wine-o. Just kidding, not really.
But you can see this covered in vines, right?? Grapes hanging down between beams, right? Say you can see it.
I covered the deck in a composite deck sealer. It's 'sposed to protect it from fading and mold. I'll let you know what I think about that sealer as time goes on.
I'm on the fence about whether I should have gotten a table or just lounging furniture instead-- ah well. What's done is done.
And look we put up a swing! And lots of potted plants too, and I love them so.
( Pssst: just between you and me, this swing has a 250 lbs. weight limit, and I'm dreading the day when three adults sit on it and I have to either bite my tongue and hope for the best or open my mouth and awkwardly explain that you people are gonna break my swing. Because nothing makes anyone feel dumb and fat more than that, am I right?)
Oooh and guess what else?
No, really, guess.
I felt like it needed twinkle lights. Teehee.
Ooh and guess what else?
We put in those nifty mist thingies to cool the place down on a hot evening. They're sooo cool. Dumb pun intended.
Annnnd . . . there ya have it. I love it out here, now. I do. I love it. I think I will marry it, thanks.
One thing I just knew was gonna happen, though? It's opened the door to working over the rest of the entire yard. I could totally see us doing something like this in the corner:
Or this over the years. On a smaller scale, of course.
So, we'll see. Also, interested in a barbeque at my place? Don't make me beg.