Don't get me wrong, gardening is being done by our
household but in pots
. The rest of the time we manoeuvre around the massive weeds or, well, manoeuvred because A. has been taking out his horticultural frustrations on our yard. We now go out and stand in previously inaccessible parts of the yard and say things like '...it's so big
' in awestruck tones... FYI I can do that in 7 languages.
Poor A. encountered our tap though and I came home on Friday to the water off at the mains after it had snapped off the pipe and tried to irrigate the backyard. Kudos for fast thinking and being able to find the water mains as it's under the aforementioned massive weed collection. I presume this is some sort of competitive thing with the Eastern states. We're supposed to be on FIRE, not FLOODING.
The plumber, who was kind of adorable and sadly not available until the following morning, said 'go for it
' when I asked if he minded my crimping the pipe so we could have water on overnight. A. did the hard work and I provided tools and what I am going to call 'inspiration.' It didn't leak at all after the first, tiny trickle when we turned to mains back on. Please admire the remains of the support post and it's extreme age.
Stage 2 was R. the plumber fitting a new copper pipe and me sourcing a new post, digging it in nice and deep and screwing the new pipe fitting to it. Success!
I was momentarily overcome with lust at the hardware store which is also selling BLACK MULBERRY trees for $139 since I wants one like burning and they could not be had for any price back when I bought the house - I have regretfully come to the conclusion that the one I bought originally is a fine tree and an excellent fruiter but not the tree I was fantasising about.