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Worms do not like bleach.

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Yesterday I started a chore I’ve been putting off for two years. After a month of (not so) subtly hinting the husband could help me, I gave up and did it myself. Armed with a spray bottle of bleach, multiple scrubby sponges and a pressure hose attachment I attacked the shady sides of our vinyl sided garage.

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Naturally I forgot to take a before photo…

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But this is what I was battling, and trust me it’s a workout. Green, moldy algae discoloration that didn’t want to let go.

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It’s the result of kicked up ground water, stuck grass clippings from my husband’s giant lawn tractor and a lack of direct sunlight drying the rain.

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The woodchucks tunnel under this door and have ruined the surrounding lawn… but patches of loose dirt that became muddy with bleach soaked water yielded an interesting result.

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Worms.

Here a worm, there a worm. Worms everywhere … wriggling out of the ground in protest. Clearly they did not enjoy a bleach bath.

Sorry worms. It had to be done.

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*Following photo for Boo who wanted to see my pressure washing attachment. *

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Have you ever had one of those days….

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You know the ones, they start out innocently enough, swerve and then drive you straight to Hell. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.

Mine was this past Saturday when I attempted to do some gardening. Pansies needed to be planted in my pots on the barn porch… but this did not go as planned.

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All I did was pick them up, I swear! The bottom fell out of one, the other split in half. I should have quit then, I really should have… but no. I decided to fire up the old weed wacker and trim.

I trimmed around my garden beds, I trimmed around the apple trees and then I trimmed around the septic tank access block.

Bad idea. Very bad.

The ground was still wet… which caused my foot to slip… which caused the weed wacker to knock the cement cover askew… which rammed a piece of rotted wood in the frame….

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And… well. It went downhill from there.

Literally and figuratively.

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I’ll spare you the odoriferous details, but trust me… they were epic. 🤢

Suffice it to say we spent the entire afternoon with our heads in the septic tank.

I do not recommend this as a relaxing weekend activity. Not one little bit.

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A new concrete tank cap was purchased and maneuvered into place (God damn! Those things are heavy.) and a new frame was built so yours truly is not able to repeat this mishap.

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I kept trying to tell my husband it could have been worse. The cover could have fallen into the tank and someone… I’m not saying who… would have had to climb in to retrieve it.

Oddly enough, he didn’t find that the least bit funny.

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💩

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Have shovel, will travel.

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Hard as it is to believe after the apple tree planting fiasco of 2021, my husband was back at it the other day … ripping up the dead apple twigs and filling the holes with bigger and better new trees.

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He came home with a beautiful flowering cherry I would have loved for the back lawn where I could see it every day….

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So naturally he planted it on the far side of the barn where it’s completely blocked by the building and out of line of sight from our house.

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It will however be prime viewing when playing pool in the man cave.

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It’s a pretty tree and was an immediate bee magnet. In no time flat they were circling and we were stepping away.

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I might just have to buy another for my viewing pleasure.

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Another gutter installation goes wrong.

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Out of nowhere my husband decided this section of gutter need to be replaced. And as usual, it didn’t go well.

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When my other half works? OSHA cringes…

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And my flowers die.

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All was well until they got to the downspout.

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It was crooked.

And leaking.

And kept coming apart.

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When they reached for the screws and caulk?

I had to go inside before my eyes rolled up so far in my head they wouldn’t come back down.

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Planning is key.

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I went outside Saturday morning and found my husband had started putting sealant on the barn porch.

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I used to do this every 2-3 years but since blowing out my knee last fall, the job fell to him this time.

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He enlisted a friend to help and they were hard at it all morning.

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I made them a nice lasagna lunch, cleaned up the kitchen and went out later in the afternoon to check the progress.

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Things were rolling along fine until the end.

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When my husbands superior planning skills were fully evident.

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🤣

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Worst gift I ever gave him.

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After the landing rebuild fiasco, I thought my husband was done for the day….. but then I heard the chain saw.

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And went outside to find that he had cut off the fallen section of apple tree we just had an arborist look at.

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I wanted to pay a professional to trim the trees properly and what I got was this…

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I swear how that man hasn’t killed himself is one of life’s biggest mysteries.

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I sputter at him to be more careful all the time, to no avail…. but I figure I might as well video his escapades in case the life insurance company needs documentation for my claim.

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The afternoon was spent cleaning up the mess.

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And our poor tree did not look happy.

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But at least there’s a nice wheelbarrow full of applewood….

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Of landings and apples

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Many projects are underway at Casa River and much thought is being put into them.

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The little deck landing my husband threw together from leftover brick pavers years ago had heaved out of place and needed a little work.

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But instead of telling me about it so I could purchase new stones that actually fit and lined up properly…. he asked a friend to help while I was picking apples.

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It’s been a banner year for fruit up this way and our trees are bursting.

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I see….. pie!

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The downed section of tree was a bonanza.

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Back at the unsupervised project?

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Things were not going well.

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And now we have a landing with faded bricks that is just a bit less than square.

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Because I sod we would…

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Rock wall repair completed, it was time to tackle the grass-less section of dirt. We’ve been abnormally dry for the past few months and our lush green lawn was anything but. The weeds? They’re doing just fine. 😡

We tried seeding the bald area, but of course the minute we did that… we had a gushing thunderstorm that washed it all into the ditch. Enter some strategically placed sod.

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I’ve never sodded anything before so the fact that it came in nicely rolled little burritos tickled my funny bone.

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The color doesn’t exactly match….

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But it’s close enough for a ditch and will hopefully blend over time.

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Trying to keep it moist enough to root will be a bit of a challenge with the drought….

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But for $40 it was a quick efficient fix.

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Because I’m evil that way.

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Since the husband wasted our entire July 4th holiday weekend rebuilding the stone wall, before his helper left on the last day… I had my revenge.

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And got them to put up the two missing shutters. You know, the ones that had blown off the house 4 years ago and the husband never got around to fixing.

That’s the husband stuck in the unforgiving shrubbery under the shutters.

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Getting a ladder in there was no easy task.

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But together they made quick work of it.

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And the (extremely old, faded, really need to be painted or replaced with new) shutters were back in place.

It didn’t totally make up for missing fireworks and alcohol fueled celebrations, but I take what I can get.

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Rock Steady.

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Day 4, the finale.

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And because no project ever goes smoothly at Casa River…. when they reached the end, something went wrong and piles of rocks had to be removed and replaced.

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And right after I filmed that utterly riveting video (that WordPress decided to cut and only load half, for which you should be grateful)? They disturbed a mouse nest and were attacked by one royally pissed off mother rodent. But finally… late that afternoon, it was declared finished.

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Okay, so it looks a little pregnant in the middle due to a slight bump out.

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But at that point I don’t think their aching backs cared.

Before:

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And though I do miss the curved corner, after:

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To be honest, he dug this one down too far as well… and I still wish it was taller on the high end of the grass. I’m not complaining just to complain…. but I’m the one who has to pull all the grass and weeds that blow in there from the mower because it’s too low.

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But it looks a lot better than it did…. and in 10-15 years when Maine’s notorious frost heaving and shifting earth crumbles this one? We’ll probably hire someone to rebuild it again because we’ll be too old and decrepit. Maybe then I can have a high wall.

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