I didn't really have any plans. People kept asking me what I wanted to do, and I mostly shrugged. I wanted to get my raised gardens built, and that was taking my focus.
|The before picture|
I wouldn't be able to really get started with the bricks until Sunday, but I was reluctantly willing to wait.
After we finally got the furniture loaded (it fit in my friend's Yaris better than in my Protege), my friend ran inside to get an ice cream cake because she had somewhere else to go that night, and we went to my place.
(I thought nothing of it, because I am very gullible.)
We got to my place, I went inside, and ... there was my mom, 2 of my sisters from Regina, my cousin from Woodstock, his wife, and their daughter and granddaughter from Ottawa.
I was a little surprised.
And then I went outside to finish moving the furniture.
Sunday, we started on the raised garden beds, and my family started wishing they had told me they were coming. (If I'd known, I wouldn't have planned to do the gardens, but since that's what I was doing, I guilted them into helping.)
There was digging.
|My sister, who is much better at leveling than I am.|
|Bed #2. Not yet totally exhausted.|
|My sister, wishing she had made other vacation plans.|
It took 4 of us 7 hours and two trips to the hardware store, but we got it done.
And then I realized they look like wishing wells.
|This would be when I realized they look like wishing wells.|