Over the weekend, my dad and I engaged in what I lovingly call “prison labor”, where we move stones around my backyard. This time, we were moving half of my limestone patio to the other side of the yard to claim more grass and build a patio from my house out my giant sliding glass…
Despite the deluge of rain the past few days weeks month, I managed to squeeze in some much-needed yard work last weekend. I asked my dad to help me—I wanted to tear out some bushes for an herb garden and move some stones around, he decided we should trim all the tree limbs and brought…