Gravel at my feet

So The Husband is on his way to the quarry right now to get a load of gravel.

Because Yard Work Day!

There is this little gully type thing on one side of our house, where all the rainwater seems to gather and create a little stream, and quite frankly, it's a mucky mess.

And since we have the limited green-thumb cognition to at least understand that grass likely won't grow there in that soup, we're going to turn it into a gravel/rock path leading from the front yard to the back yard.

Improvising!

May as well turn an ugly into a useful and pretty, right? Of course right.

Of course, this means that I'll be spending my afternoon shoveling gravel out of a trailer....

Man that's going to suck.