On Sunday, which was overcast and much cooler, we finished up the garden. First, we removed the lawn. With a shovel and a serrated trowel. Fourteen kitchen garbage bags worth. (Why not lawncare bags? Because we have a weight limit on what the garbagemen will pick up.) We broke for lunch so the dude could watch the highlights of the French Open and I could make dinner--indeed, we had invited the family over for dinner and to see the new garden. I put together two meat loaves and peeled and boiled 2.5 lbs of potatoes. The dude went off to rent the rototiller, and I finished bagging the sod and brought the plant material from the back of the house. By 4:30, I was heading for the shower and the dude brought back the rental. This meant, of course, that we didn't do a lick of work around the house--we didn't even manage to vacuum up the dirt we had tracked in. The kitchen floor looked like we had mulched with grass clippings. So of course, when my ultraclean sister and cousin arrived, they did the dishes and vacuumed the floor while I finished the potato salad and made dilly beans (Moosewood). Anyway, the results:
Click to see "before."