While Scott played with the oversized Tonka toy, Carl and I dug bricks out of the front flower bed. I started at around 8:30 AM Saturday and by 12:30, I was pooped. I toted 357 (actual number! not an exaggeration!) old pavers which Scott guesses weigh 5 pounds each. Carl got "lucky" and moved the smaller pavers, totaling an impressive 312. On Sunday, I found and moved 87 more from the flower bed north of the house. Why would anyone bury pavers in the flower bed, 3-deep?
They're all stacked neatly next to the barn, ready for a future landscaping project.