Honey, I Sunk The Bath

It could have been one of those projects that lingered into a domestic mythology.
We do have such a pantheon; minor deities of projects such as boot racks and office tidies that add something to the ambience of clutter, we find: a sense of a purposeful future, perhaps: stuff that could happen.
Yesterday or thereabouts I had wiggled the iron weight of the old bath till there was room to dig the hole that would reposition it as our new pond. Then it rained a bit, nothing more, here, was done.
But, then, Little Granddaughter was here and how we love an outdoor project! Enough to disregard inclement weather and at least turn over some turf. The ground here is clay-dense, rock littered: generally.
‘Granma, watch me!’ A trowel’s fill of mud gets flung high over the rockery.
Such is the power generated when three years’ life experience connects with earth.
Somewhere between the surprise of finding good top soil, the lightness of drizzle, and this power of youthful enthusing, we dug the whole hole.
And once the hole was dug, Grandad appeared. He was sent back indoors to clamber feet into work boots.
Little Granddaughter stood by, with the hose.
The iron weight was lifted, dropped, pulled, fretted, kicked, wedged hither and thither with slippery stones, made level (enough). Loose soil- good soil, we say, over and over- good soil- is scraped back around the nearly ready pond.
‘Careful with my flowers,’ Little Granddaughter says. They aren’t planted yet, she is caring for them in advance. Lack of a plug caused a moment of disappointment but she helped Grandad rinse off brewing buckets while her Granma stood grinning at the side of their nearly-pond.


Dixie@dcrelief said…
Amazing! I love these kinds of projects and you had the best helpers. Can't wait to see it when all the flowers are ready. Lucky you - such sweetness - with a trowel.

Have a great weekend and Thanksgiving.
What a fun project! Even digging a whole hole in the rain is a fun adventure when you have the right sidekick helping you, and grandchildren make the very best giggly sidekicks.
Geo. said…
What fun! Re-purposing things into the yard has long been a source of functional amusement here too. From one recombinant garden to another, my congratulations.
Britta said…
Wow - your grandchild will be delighted to see the results of your both efforts next year!
Suze said…
'Such is the power generated when three years’ life experience connects with earth.'

What I don't like about blogging is that you're forced to limit yourself to words in response to the art of those whom you deeply admire.
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you for all these bolstering comments- I feel humbled and spoilt!
This is my most exciting project since the trolley bay polytunnel. Little Granddaughter is determined to plant some pink flowers and 'you can't eat them, Granma, okay?' (Settled for some dianthus: inedible, great scent.)
I find the best thing of all about the garden is the way it repurposes the people in it, and this is part of why I'm currently hatching a mildly deranged idea to make this effect of wider social benefit. It could be entirely dreaming, it could happen. Anyway, I'm going to be talking to people who know stuff over the next few weeks to see if it's feasible before I say much more :-)
And if that wasn't enough, Mr's adorable mother has a waterlily for me (and they are edible, apparently!)
Cherdo said…
I love this idea and can't wait to see the final product.

Happy holidays, dear Lisa!

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