And the digger is back
I never did like those steps.
Vile crazy paving limestone monsters that were the very antithesis of humble steps in a granite stone region.
I did everything to disguise them.
Even shoving myself on them for the House and Garden magazine article.
But really. What is that expression? Putting lipstick on a pig? Nothing was going to solve the problem of those steps without a day hire of a mini digger and five mates.
And in just eight busy hours, the steps today are gone. Collateral damage in the quest to build more room in our house.
I was sad about losing the herb garden.
The roses growing up the walls…
I now have a rock pile instead of New Dawn rampaging up the walls. I can live with them as they will form part of the structure of our new building.
But not the steps. I don’t miss the steps.
Granted I now have no way to get down to the potager without trekking through the barn and down the lawn bank steps. But I’ll put up with that. For now.
Besides, I have something else to play with.
A large gorgeous pile of amazing soil. Excavated and nicely piled up. And for once within flinging distance of the new permaculture beds in the potager.
Don’t all swoon at once.
13th November 2019 @ 10:18 pm
Oh, my. You are being amazingly sanguine about all this disruption.
I’m sure the eventual, “after” photos will be marvelous, though.
14th November 2019 @ 11:34 am
I’m not sanguine. I’m putting a brave face on it!!!