Naturally, the bulk of the work fell on the Misters shoulders. He first had to rip off all the sod, then scrape away the dirt to the proper depth, without cutting any of the power lines that run not too far below the surface. Then he had to move a sprinkler line, and finally it was time to get the sand delivered. After he spread that around, it was my turn to become involved. What I like about this corner of the house is that when the weather just barely starts to turn nice, say about 40 degrees, even with a little bit of wind, in the afternoon after work, this part of the yard is going to be at about 70 degrees with the afternoon sun shining full on.These 2x2 pavers were scavenged from our neighbor, a mobile home park. When the Mister and I were growing up in the 1970's, the park was home to close to a hundred families, who had all moved to town to work on the construction of the Gerald Gentleman Power Station for the Nebraska Public Power District. After construction was complete, most moved on to the next construction job. A few were hired by NPPD, but naturally, by that time, were prosperous and settled enough to afford a stick-built house. Now just so you don't get the wrong idea, just because there aren't any pictures of ME hoisting these hunks of concrete around, rest assured that the #3 Son pictured here helping the Mister only helped lay about a quarter of these stones. So just imagine that is me on his end of the work!
These concrete pavers, first constructed for the sidewalks of the mobile home park, range in thickness from about two inches to about four inches, with the weight increasingly accordingly! I thought the job was going to kill me.
As is typical with any home improvement project, there are plenty of people volunteering to help, although you will observe that help in some cases simply means standing around with a beer in your hand making unhelpful comments. However, the #4 Son did manage to lend a hand for a few courses of pavers.