Nine thousand five hundred kilo. Six cubic metres. Dirt. Three wheelbarrows. Two Shovels. Three men. Four hours. Thirty minute break. One pizza. One bottle of Coca-Cola. Goal: levelling the land.
Those are the statistics of the evening hard work, when we moved the new earth to the garden. The neighbours were friendly enough to come and chat, but none offered any help. Ah well, so be it. In the end I think we would have too much earth, but as thing turned out the next day, I was sadly mistaken. It took me a whole afternoon to clean up the twigs from the bushes, and level the earth some more, pack it, using a concrete wheel thingie, and rerake it.
On Sunday, I levelled some more, planted sticks and attached bags to keep the birds at bay. Finally, I got round to sowing grass seed, sufficient for 100 square metres (we only have about 60 square metres for the lawn). It was also very hot, so I had to give water twice a day. I ended up with this:
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