Week 12: This is my garden path, built from reclaimed bricks from the apartments across the street. I have no idea how many bricks there are, but I know that it took us probably 12 wagonloads to get them moved over to our yard. (Radio flyer-style.) There was much complaining, both from Frank, and from my back.
The path’s pretty well set as far as where it’ll sit, but I have to go through with a ball-peen hammer and knock the rest of the mortar off the bricks and snug them up together in an actual path-type thing. I expect this will be a LOT of work. And I really hope we grabbed enough extra bricks to allow for the extra space between the bricks now. I’m sure I’ll come up with something if I run short. Even if it’s just “here’s some creeping thyme placed strategically…”