I have been mostly absent from the Land Of Blog today. This was the day the sprinkler company was scheduled to change heads on the sprinklers where the deck was built and gardens have been rearranged. Simple enough, right?
Wrong!
Rene from the irrigation company had the heads changed. And went to test out the system. My beautiful garden, which you see on the left, above, was quickly covered in water. It appeared to be sinking! Alarm bells went off in my head. “Uh-oh,” says Rene. “We have a problem.”
Seems that when they were pouring concrete for the stone garden borders, a shovel had inadvertently sliced an underground pipe. At first, as Rene starting digging out my flowers to find the source of the problem, I was aghast. My beloved flower garden, looking so fine these last few weeks, was being mutilated!
Rene worked as delicately as he could. Then he tested it again. “Uh-oh,” he said, as water continued to spray. Which meant the problem was beyond the concrete bed and out into or even beyond my little brick pocket bed. Or worse, underneath the waterfall!
Visions of mortar and stone being torn apart went racing through my head as Rene worked. I got a bucket and started to dig up the plants in the brick pocket garden above. You gardeners out there know full well what sort of lunacy this nearly drove me into, don’t you?
As you can probably see, the source of the problem was in fact here. He was able to splice into the pipe. And now I have a new sprinkler head where previously I had a plant. But at least we didn’t have to start tearing down the new waterfall. Horror of horrors.
Please tell me you totally understand that I probably would have had to be taken away in a straitjacket? And sedated for days?
In other news, here is the old rusty wagon I bought from the rather toothless man for the sum of $5 yesterday. As you can see, it is really old and rusty. I didn’t think it safe to plant a garden in it, for I feared the dirt would cause the very thin layer of metal to fall through. So for now it holds my gazing balls.
Well, what is important is that I can go to sleep tonight knowing that impending disaster was mostly averted. My garden is patched back together. It didn’t sink. We didn’t have to go farther than the pocket garden to fix the leak. And I didn’t have to be restrained and taken by ambulance to some facility in a straitjacket.
You do understand what this would have done to me, don’t you? Please tell me you do.
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