Drained

A couple of weeks ago, I suggested to our trusty landscaper for The Principle Residence that the Homemade House back garden was somewhat unruly and we were in danger of losing a small child, or, heaven forbid, a tradie. 

Weeds were hip high, the back shed all but shrouded in an Amazonian-like thicket, and a tribe of hitherto unknown pygmys were thriving.

Then came trenching day.

The entire back and front yard were turned over yet again, and then doused in a week of rain.

We now have stormwater, sewer, and gas pipes. And no weeds.