I wanted to share the photo of Block #1 that I completed yesterday, so I clicked on “Photo” as my purpose in writing. What I didn’t realize was that a photo with caption was all I would be able to share. <sigh> So, here’s the story behind the photo… A quilting friend and I are doing our second BOM for the next 12 months. I saw that the creator of the blocks wasn’t holding to her declaration of ‘one per week’ and had only posted two in three weeks, so I was kind of kicking back, taking my time at getting that first block done. Next thing you know, she’s put up #5 and #6, and whoa! I’m behind, big time! Gads… I know what I’m going to be doing until I get caught up. I thought I was being so smug — my quilting friend is on vacation until the 25th of this month so I figured I’d take a bit of a vacation too. LOL I don’t think so anymore!
On another front, DH (Dear Husband) went out front the other day to water our little trees. He noticed that one tree in particular wasn’t growing as fast as the others. He thought about the suggestion he’d got from a friend–take a piece of rebar and poke holes around the outer rim of the watering hole for each tree. So he gets his rebar and begins poking holes. The first time he hit what felt like a rock and so he moved over and tried again. Same result. The next hole goes easily, and the water that was in the basin flows down this hole like the drain in a sink. He put the water hose into the hole and turned the water on full blast, waiting for the basin to fill, but the water just kept running down the hole. He walked to the edge of the drop off alongside of the house, thinking the water would be coming out of the ground there, but the ground was dry. So next, he shuts the water off and proceeds to dig the tree up and put it into a clay pot.
He’s determined to find out where the water is going. A couple of hours later, here’s what he’s got:
When he began to pull these pieces of broken concrete out, he got curious and went over to speak with the neighbor, who was the first one to build in our cul-de-sac. The neighbor said before the metal drainage pipe was put in, there was a shallow, concrete ditch that ran from the street all the way down the hillside. Our property extends 600+/- feet down a hillside. Apparently, the powers that be simply broke up the old concrete, stacked it in place, and buried it with a couple of inches of clay soil. Out of sight, out of mind.
Well, DH has dug on this hole for two days now and his collection of concrete looks like this:
The hole is now almost 4′ deep and has chasms on the side that faces downhill. We’re going to need some more soil to replace the concrete, and will have to haul the concrete off to the landfill, which is what should have been done in the first place, when the metal drain system was installed.
All just to make sure a little tree got enough water…
Other than this, the California Poppies have bloomed and their seedpods have been bursting open. We still have the seeds collected from last year’s harvest, but DH is out there right now, faithfully harvesting even more Poppy seeds. If we ever plant all of the seeds I’ve collected (Marigold, Holly Hocks, Dutch Poppies (the large red ones) and who knows what else in flower seeds, we’re going to have one beautiful hillside that you can spot from Highway 58!
Be safe, be well and please be happy. Be sure to tell those you love that you love them. Take care of one another and be kind.