“It seemed to me that some things were ugly enough that fixing them was worth trespassing.” Brenna Yovanoff
The Tree Root It started with a tree root, which required much thought, not unlike a military strategy to follow the mischief imagined, and, sure enough it leapt through the garden edging and, characteristically, it ran shallow through the lawn, around the water pipe, the reticulation pipe, requiring much surgery, then under the paving, pushing up, up, up till we tripped and stumbled then down, down, down into the drain and round, round, round in a frenzy through and through in a confusion inviting reconstruction, out and along the border garden, clogging the soil, refusing the spade, out to the fence and under the weak spot reordering its level before heading off to the curb. What seemed like a five minute job, became a plumber, a reticulation expert, some brick-paving, a little edging, lawn repair, fixing a drain, realigning a fence, some swearing, much money, and that's not the end of this story. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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