For Christmas this year my dad and brother gave Steve, Rose and I the wonderful and glorious gift of a front lawn. For the past 5 years our lawn had consisted of basically mowed weeds. Not something Rose would like crawling across. Heck, nothing I liked walking across with barefeet. So a month or so ago, a rototiller was brought in and all the old dead weeds were tilled under.
“Hi ho! Hi ho! It’s off to work I go!”
The work crew rototillering and picking out the numerous rocks.
“Let’r rip Daddy! I’ll drive!”
Rose testing out the first roll of lawn.
It was a little wet and muddy.
A little washing up was needed after the above picture. Rose didn’t mind.
Lots and lots of rolls.
“Thanks Grandpa and Uncle Dusty! I love my new lawn!”