Planting balls? What?

Well the other day as our yard was in the middle of clean up. Lorin and I were discussing home improvement stuff...like we do! Now let me just warn you, in my old age I am losing my hearing. Mostly I think it's from loud explosions and gunfire from combat of my days spent in the USMC.

Well anyways! Lorin and I were talking about stuff that we should do with the yard. This is how the conversation went:

Lorin: Well in the front yard where the planter area is closest to the house, we should plant BALLS! You know have a little ball garden.
Gary: What did you just say we should plant?
Lorin: Bulbs!?!?!
Gary: Ohhhh...I thought you said something else!
Lorin: Oh really? Like what?
Gary: I could have swore you said we should plant balls, and have a little ball garden.
Lorin:(Looking rather confused)Why the hell would we plant balls?
Gary: I don't know! That's why I asked you to repeat what you said.
Lorin: What the hell is a ball garden?
Gary: Like I said, I don't know. I thought it was a rather strange idea too! Can you imagine it. I am sure there are some idiots out there who would probably think to do something like that.
Lorin: Like what?
This is where my imagination takes over!
Gary: Well think about it. Some colossal moron starts to plant some balls to make more balls. He/she plants a tennis ball, a basketball, a ping pong ball, a baseball, a golf ball or any other kind of ball with hopes of it growing into a lovely tree that produces said balls!
Lorin: (Sarcastically)Yea...'cause that's where balls come from right?
Gary: (Responding sarcastically)Didn't you know? I thought that everybody knew that! You know, ball farmers growing organic balls for peoples entertainment! Can you imagine that?
Lorin: You know some people are really dumb enough to try it.
Gary: Oh I am certain of that. Hey I think I might blog about this.
Lorin: Oh you should definitely blog about our "ball" garden!

So that's the kind of conversations we have late at night! I know I know...we are nutso! But hey we're cute!

Well also, the landscapers are done with the yard. It is now a bare dirt lot in the front and back yard. Yippee! No more rocks! Now we can plant some damn grass. I would much rather mow the yard than to look at a rock yard. So phase 1 of the yard of death is complete!