In the continuing story of the backyard reno, the gorgeous Sydney Peak slate patio stones were delivered.
They couldn’t fix the palette, so they delivered it just as crooked as we bought it:
We had a contractor remove 2/3 of the sod in the backyard to give us a clean slate (so to speak). Then, we planted the first stones – one on either pathway and one loosely in the center.
Now, I say ‘we’ here but I’m really not 100% helpful. I still can’t carry anything and, to be honest, even if I could many of those stones are far too heavy for me to consider lifting. That means I am:
- fetching and carrying
- opening doors and gates
- hydrating the husband who is carrying stone
- shoveling dirt
It’s a dirty and messy effort. The dust inside the house is phenomenal (we should learn to close the sliding doors, but we can’t seem to remember). We slowly put the jigsaw puzzle of stones together.
Then, we realized we had a lot of really big stones left. We thought about selling them, but instead decided to make the patio bigger by adding them around the edges.
When we plant (lay?) a stone, it looks a lot like we’re outlining a spot to bury a body.
After about 8 stones, we got the rhythm of it and it moved along a little faster. Every stone is a pain in the arse, however. Neighbors stopped by to see what we were doing and popped into the back yard to lend us tools. We promptly broke the dolly and had to buy them a new one, but we’re still using the repaired one.
Emily seems to approve of the work. She likes sitting on the stones in the evening because they warm her butt.