Installing a Brick Path Along the Parkway

Liz has had a brick walkway in mind for some time now – partly as a decorative element, and partly as a means or people to walk through the parkway without stepping on our plants.
Liz has had a brick walkway in mind for some time now – partly as a decorative element, and partly as a means or people to walk through the parkway without stepping on our plants.
I found an app via Product Hunt a few weeks ago, called Malevich. Named after Kazimir Malevich (the app’s icon is a black square), the app uses neural networks by combining your photos with the artwork of famous artists.
As we were cleaning last weekend, Liz found something from the large pile of things she got from her mom, when packing up the Frankfort house: a box of Liz’s baby teeth.
Mother
I have go(ne) to the little store because you would not take me to the store. I going to get a pop(sicle)
Marianne
On Sunday, Liz and I drove over to visit Julie and Bob for Father’s Day. We started off with a late lunch (or early diner) at Industrial Revolution.
It’s still amazing to me that this area was once overrun with day lillies, and that it’s been transformed into a real yard again.
“The Weatherman,” by Gregory Alan Isakov is a favorite album of mine. Tonight, Liz and I got to listen to him perform at Thalia Hall.
Similar to what they did for our front yard, Liz came home with an assortment of things for us to plant along our new fence.
As a contrast to Bob’s computer schematics, Liz had her own map (of future backyard plans). I suspect there’s more in store for us in the back, now that we have a new fence back there.
With coffee in hand, Liz and I started off the day by going into the backyard and completing the final garden box. We began things in March, and what was supposed to be a weekend project has taken us… more like two months, versus two days.
Until now, I’ve been nervous about us finishing things in time. We’ve been working pretty hard recently (4 out of the last 5 days), and it feels like we’ve rushed right back into a period of busyness immediately after our vacation.
Me showing off a really large and really old garden stake that was buried in the ground. Presumably, the top half rusted away at some point. Who knows how long this has been here?
“When I grow up, I want to be a vet. Do you know why I want to be a vet? Because I like animals. I think they are cute. I hope I get a snake and a lizard and a horse.”
Did I mention that we encountered some brick during the course of our work?
We’re working with a company to handle the old fence removal and new fence installation. Though we’ve gotten more used to the idea of us doing most things ourselves… nearly everyone we’ve spoken with has recommended we hire someone to handle the actual fence installation.