
My mom comes each spring to see us. Well actually she comes for manual labor. She loves to garden, that's her form of relaxation, it's just what she does. I did not inherit this gene. She does "spring" cleaning in the flower beds, plants new things, and works on outdoor projects.
This year the plan was general clean-up, finish the new pebble planter on the North side of the house, and then the big back yard project; building the mound.
This year the spring cleaning was fairly easy. The weeds were minimal, the bulbs that we had planted last fall looked beautiful, and everything else was doing great. However we realized that we were going to have to work around the rain.
I love our front yard, the daffodils and the tulips are gorgeous.

I love these new iris, and the bright pink flock.
So we created a timeline:
Thursday--Get pebble rock for "sand"box and planter. Check! So glad we bought the truck this past fall, makes hauling things so much easier. The truck does mash down the grass at we drive it though the front yard to the back yard, but it looks OK, no permanent damage. Also dig hole for new crab apple tree.

Everyone helps unload the pea gravel.
It rains Thursday night
Friday morning, things are a little wet, but we can still get out and do some work to stay on task. Eddie has Friday afternoon off, so we send him out to get dirt for the mound. Eddie comes back with mulch? OK, we need mulch. Go back and get dirt. Comes back with hummus. Very pretty and rich, but not good for planting. There are now obvious tracks in the grass. Hopefully it will fluff back up? Too late for anymore trips, and the dirt place is closed on Saturday.
...Before
It rains Friday night.
Saturday morning, the sun is shining, things are wet, but we manage. Eddie is going to go by the dirt place to see if anyone is there. I go out to do a few errands. I return to find deep grooves in the grass. Yikes, that looks terrible! They are unloading dirt, great we got dirt, wet heavy dirt. But the truck looks funny. It is now stuck in the grass, I mean mud. After a few unsuccessful attempts to try to get it out, the neighbors across the street, help pull the truck out with their truck. We finish unloading the rest of the dirt/mud and try to fill in some of the holes left by the truck.
Carrying the rest of the dirt around back in the wheelbarrow
Sunday we go for a picnic and rock hunt (I must have native rocks with moss on them to put around my new mound) after church. We do find a few rocks and have a nice picnic at Wye Mountain, even though most of the daffodils are dead.

Brian helps unload the rocks, but his wheelbarrow breaks.
Monday we are able to finish the pebble planter, it is working just like we planned, the pebbles are staying in place even in heavy rains. We get the mound built, planted and the rocks put around the border. We are still in need of about 20 more rocks to finish the border around the mound. We plant the crab apple, and finish up all the other odds and ends.

Finished pebble planter.

Finished mound. We planted azaleas on the top, flocks around the trees, and lots of little perennials all around, and in the middle a very cute dogwood tree.
Missions accomplished, despite rain delays. Still very glad we have a truck, because as soon as it dries out we must go get another load of dirt to fix remaining holes and truck tracks, that flood when it rains.
The new mound looks so nice, I am now excited about the next project I have envisioned. The Rocky Mountain Wildflower Hill.