This is a post of little to no import for anyone other than myself; it marks the ninth anniversary of the day I moved into this house. That’s it.
I don’t have any pictures from the very first day or anything, but I have some from quite a long way back: one year after I moved in, and the first summer I started doing some serious work on the yard.
Then.
Now.
It’s a pretty nice little money pit, all told.
That is all. Carry on.
A nice pair of pictures. I remember the trees going in front. Grats!
It’s like you never watched the Karate Kid. “Paint the fence.”
The landscaping looks great, though!
Actually, that’s not paint on the fence. That’s… mineral deposits from the sprinkler.
Which I’ve since powerwashed and repeatedly stained.
And… yeah, it still looked like that.