Last fall I awoke to jackhammers and made the assumption it was occuring at a different house. This, like most assumptions, was erroneous. Imagine my surprise when I came downstairs to discover my patio was gone. A couple days later it returned just as mysteriously, but at a cost. The bordering pachysandra was destroyed.
Luckily, Brian's mom likes to garden so she came to save our small dirt patch. She put in phlox. Pink, of course. They are small in number this year but will grow, or so I am told.
I helped by watching.
Cash also tried to help.
Like me, he was not actually helpful.