Then came the spring. One of the wettest and muddiest ever. And a pregnant me, a hubby with a torn disc, a BIL with a bad attitude, and again... no one willing to move gravel. So I lived with a messy weed bed of gravel, surveying stakes, kids using construction supplies as balance beams, and just hoped that no one broke a neck or lost an eye.
My dad finally found the time, the man power and got this thing moving again. Starting last week gravel and limestone fines got moved (by my dad's Kawasaki Mule... which made a huge difference), things got compacted using a Vibratory Tamper (which somehow sounds obscene) and after some major anxiety over stone (I went to order stone and decided that I didn't really like what I went there to order and had to start over with plans, patterns, etc.) the supplies were delivered and we have PROGRESS**.
Avery spent hours supervising. Nothing could tear her away from the action.
We still have some cuts that need to be made, last stones to be set and then the sanding. But we are getting close! And it looks like a real patio.
And the girls are having a blast playing on it this afternoon.
Neat, huh?
*But if you've been here, you know...
** If you are wondering about the giant blue tarp... it's been cold and rainy but we decided to move ahead anyway. If we waited for nicer weather, I would likely have been doing this post next August.
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