We have a few projects to do. You know how projects go. Lots of trips to Home Depot. Arguments over how it’s done. At least one redo because it didn’t come out right.
I like when things come together.
When things fit.
When there are no leaks, no fights or an obscene amount of trips to a home center for obscure tools or miscalculated supplies.
Two small projects are planned for the pond area. One is to build a very short paver walkway joining the patio with the pond. This allows access to the pond without walking through flower beds. Aside from not squashing flowers, debris won’t get into the pond.
The other is to change the location of the waterfall and build a spillway. The current waterfall is all bubbly and agitates the water over the entire surface. Water lilies like peaceful still water. A spillway will aerate the water without the turbulence.
The weather has been weird. That means cold and unsuitable for outdoor work by my standards. I don’t like to be uncomfortable. We have been able to complete one project. I am elated.
Nothing went insanely wrong. (I don’t know how that happened! Something always goes wrong!)
There were only two trips to Home Depot. Woo hoo! There is nothing worse than going there when I am dirty and my hair is sweaty and flat under a hat. (I am more troubled by the hair than the dirt. I’m a girly girl. Dirt gives street cred whereas sweaty hair is just yuck!)
I convinced the beloved husband that he should go while I worked on prepping the site. It worked.
We used leftover pavers. That meant the project was almost free. (I love free!) We only had to buy gravel for the base.
We didn’t have enough of any one size paver so I had to create a pattern using three different sizes.
It worked. No one fell into the pond or worse yet, knocked dirt into it. Everything fit together.
I like it. (There is nothing worse than redoing a project you just devoted two days completing because doesn’t look right. Everyone gets cranky!)
The biggest issue was keeping the robins and frogs out of the hole. The worms were quite the attraction – big and juicy. I felt bad for them. We should name the little byway after them. Wormy Way? Slinky Street? I’ll have to think on that one.