From Debbie Moorhouse, Orangevale
When I purchased my home seven years ago, the smallish backyard was supposed to be an English garden not exactly appropriate for our Sacramento heat. It consisted of an odd brick walkway, lots of buried flagstone, stretches of patchy concrete, and plants needing too much water. Every winter it was a mess of weeds, and every spring a disaster to clean up. When my fiancé and I decided to get married in our yard last September, the pressure was on to get it updated. We wanted not only a lovely venue for the wedding, but a backyard that could transport us somewhere else maybe Tuscany. We're so pleased with our backyard oasis now three seating areas, a meandering walkway made of the discovered flagstones, and drought-tolerant plants. The best part the awful patchwork of concrete and stone is now an expansive wood deck.