Where has March gone, this glorious month of perfect outdoor weather? Kathy and I took on a couple of epic projects and brought our favorite contractor back to help with two jobs we knew we couldn't do well on our own.
One rainy day last week I bought a walk-behind lawn mower with powered wheels, a 21" Honda, so that I could do the tender areas where I don't want heavy lawn machinery chewing up the sod. The early spring put the grass into a burst of growth, so I mowed most of the property in two big sessions on Sunday and Monday. Today I feel like well-rusted machinery in a junk yard. I'm used to 30 minutes on a treadmill at the gym. Two hours behind a lawn mower put my legs into a state of emergency, and I had to do another hour or so yesterday to do the back yard.
This is not whining. I am delighted to have the exercise outside rather than on a treadmill in a gym.
Steve Brandt and Tim Yanko have been correcting the French drain that probably never drained anything in its life.
Opposite this wall is a companion wall on the left as you walk out of the garage. They are moving the wall so that we can plant on either side of it.
Kathy has been at work since Sunday planting one of the two corner berms we built last May.
The collapsed drainage swale I've been writing about is within two more work sessions of being emptied of rubble and paving brick. I spent two hours yesterday lobbing bricks onto the grass.
The problem I saw when we first inspected the property is that the mass of fill material was mounded up down the center of the channel, forcing storm water out to the sides and sometimes over the bank. The sides in this area have been considerably widened by water flows, and the slope of the broken concrete exacerbates the problem. A great deal of the rock I've tossed out has to go back in on the sides to protect the banks and force the water toward the middle, which has to be lowered.
By the end of this week, I want to know what this looks like without rubble.