The work crew is in the backyard digging away so that the property will meet with the zoning code for a multi-unit.
ICK:
In order for the mortgage to go through, this property must meet proper zoning. Since the property was once vacant in the 1990s, the current owner was supposed to bring the property up to code.
The current zoning law requires that multiunits must have a paved parking lot. Although the lot is big, the concrete slab is still going to dominate the yard: my parking lot will be 30' x 50' I hate concrete. 
The process is ugly as well. There's a ten-foot pile of dirt on top of my daffodils. The
Bobcat is leaving tracks all over the yard. I'll still be stuck with a ton of gravel (figuratively speaking; I don't really know how much) spread all over the back yard.
Right now, the excavator has bulldozed the area, laid a drain, and has started to grade the area with gravel from the old driveway. He has already pulled the permits, surveyed the lot and also started to install the forms for the concrete. He is also going to leave behind a 4' wide gravel path to the driveway. I'd like to install either a brick or stone walkway, but this is a couple of years off, probably. Reusing the railroad ties would be an idea, but I suspect that they would be slick in wet weather.
My gut tells me that the seller never got this work done in the past because he's a gardener, too. He dropped by last night to show me the various plantings in the front yard. I've been fighting a cold, so I'll need to ask him about it all again later. He's been super towards me, so I don't think that asking later will be problematic.
Still no tenants. The people in the two-family next door were all told on Monday night to leave. Someone just bought the place and has different plans. I tried to get one couple to lease here, but I suspect the units upstairs will be a bit small for them...I had wanted to buy that place, convert it to a single family and flip it, but since I'm not a real estate mogul with deep pockets, I opted for this place as a long-term investment. No regrets; just wish I had had a chance to jump on both places.