When Otahal and I returned to Wit's End yesterday with our truckload of plants, we were greeted by the sight of three trucks from the utility district parked near my house and a group of men milling about, pointing at the ground by the curb and talking animatedly. That's never a good sign. I was informed that there were breaks in pipe joints somewhere under my grassy area and I could expect them to start digging in the morning. And so they have.
The moss rocks that were so carefully cut and placed back in April to create the edging on the back side of the corner bed ... the loose bull rock and weedblock fabric so expertly laid to create a drainage swale ... and a huge amount of soil ... all have been shifted so holes could be dug to find and repair the leaks.
This is one of two large holes (more may follow) and as you can see, there is indeed a leak. The picture doesn't adequately convey the depth of that hole; it's at least six feet. I kept a careful distance from it because falling in would not be pleasant.
I'm grateful that the leaks weren't somewhere under valuable garden space but I'm still bummed about the mess out front. It could end up being a good thing that the work is being done while Otahal and crew are here. We shall see.