(Re)Construction Zone

If I were one of those raw, hardcore journalists, I would have shown you a photo of the "original" backyard. However, that would have burned a hideous image onto your (presumably) delicate brains - Lord knows, it did in mine - and I couldn't be responsible for something so mean. Oh and also, the need to protect my image trumps honesty. Honestly.

Let's just say my mother was traumatized by the "before".

Y'all get to see the "in between":

Afters to come as soon as I have a moment to take the shots.

(And one more thing, the "after" is just the "after for this summer". You'll note that a third of the space is untouched - waiting for patio hardscaping and a panel of lilac trees next year. A gal has only so much debt tolerance per season...)