I figured out the problem with owning a big property. You can't do anything small on a big lot. There is no such thing as a "little decorative item" to stick in a backyard the size of a football field. When you need mulch, you don't buy those bags for Walmart (seriously, no one should buy those bags from Walmart, but that's a whole other entry), you buy a truckload, 30 yards, that need to be moved, shovelful by shovelful, wheelbarrowful by wheelbarrowful. And once that pile is gone, you buy another one, because even that doesn't do everything. There are times when I am flabbergasted that we were unable to keep our flowerbed weeded when we had a postage stamp of a yard (and this isn't even including the backyard, because that was a construction zone/driveway/car-part-storage wasteland until we quickly sodded to sell the house). With that lack of effort... what did we do? BOUGHT A BIGGER YARD! YAY!
I think the previous owners are going to have a coronary when they find out what we've done with their maintained perennial gardens, but really, we're not retired, we have a baby. We have a life that is more than gardening. As much as I love to have the backyard, and picture it as a wonderful place for kids to play, I have no desire to spend the rest of my life working on it. It will be beautiful, it will be wonderful... but holy cow, it's BIG.
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