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No Time to Breathe (or Post)--but it's a Good Thing

We love Spring.  For John and me, it's the busiest time of year because we are project-aholics.  We can hardly wait for the frost to disappear before we head outside to WORK!!

Come to our house, and you'll see what we have done over the past five Springs.  Beautiful, huge garden beds, blooming with flowers throughout the seasons.  Cubic TONS of mulch spread.  The biggest residential pond we've seen.  A ginormous fire pit.  Trees, trees and more trees.  A brick patio.

This year, we decided to make an official area for the puppies.  This involves bricking another patio AND walkway, installing a kennel AND a shed and fencing the area too.  Of course, it must be aesthetically pleasing, or it's a no-go for me.

Last night, we headed out to spray paint the areas that need to be cleared.  The back hoe and the tractor were simultaneously working until 10:30 p.m.  Yes, the headlights were actually being used!

Oh, and did I mention that we have 16 puppies at the moment?  It's amazing how these tiny babies take up every moment of my day.  Cleaning, feeding, and watering...and that's just the mama dogs!  I look forward to the pups growing up and becoming those cute balls of fluff, but the work?!

It's 10:41 a.m. as I'm writing this, and I'm yawning like it's 10:41 p.m.  Gotta head out and work some more.

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  1. 16 puppies?! Oh my word! Your yard sounds absolutely amazing.

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  2. We love to improve and tame our land!

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