Our backyard evolution has been an exercise in patience. I've said before that we inherited a yard full of sagebrush and other native plants. It might have been water-wise, but it was also seriously ugly. It was so bad, I couldn't bring myself to take pictures of it. But remember this?
That was after we had the whole yard bush-hogged and scraped. One big, blank canvas. We weren't sure if the grass would ever come back. The MM built the raised beds for veggies:
And created a rock garden around them. We discovered the border of an old flower bed under all that sagebrush and dirt and decided to bring it back. And the grass did start to come back last summer.
This year, we've planted lots of drought-tolerant perennials. I still have to be patient as the flowers mature and fill in. Patience doesn't come easy.
This past weekend, the MM and his dad persevered through several rainstorms and built us a gravel path. Oh, MM (and FIL) you are my heroes!