|My patio - the almost finished version.|
|Early stages of planning and layout. What a mess!|
So, first up, I decided to get all the holes dug. One for the pond and some for the 2x4 posts to hold the lattice walls. So, off to the big-box DIY store I go to buy a post-hole digger and the pond in my big delivery vehicle.
|It is a bit hard to see the wires - but, there is a black, J shape along the right and bottom|
side of the hole, and two lighter colored wires coming down from the top right of the hole.
The phone company comes out, checks things out and tells me that I was extremely lucky. Apparently, I had just missed the gas line by about a 1/2". They gave me the "call before you dig" lecture, then proceeded to widen that hole to the size of the Grand Canyon so they could sit comfortably on the side of it to fix the line. Don't get me wrong. I was very appreciative that they came out so quickly. And that they didn't charge me (though they explained just how steep the fine could have been . . . YIKES! . . . if I pulled this stunt again, next time I would be extremely poor at the end of it) but, dang, did they have to make the hole THAT big just to put a couple little lines back together!
|This is my little pond in one of it's early stages. See, there |
really isn't enough room for a raccoon to swim in it!
Ok, I'm on a roll now! Let's lay some brick for those planters in front of that pretty lattice wall! Off to the DIY store. Same gentleman as before gets to help me pick out something to secure the bricks in place. He shows me what I need and again, very helpfully pours the mortar mix into the plastic containers I brought. The powder went everywhere. What a mess he had to clean up when we were all done! I hope no one dropped their drink! Then he says "Just add water, mix it well, scoop some mortar onto the brick with a trowel and set it in place and scrape the excess off before it dries so it looks nice, even and concave between the bricks." "Great! Sounds easy! How much water?" I ask. He looks at me and says "Until it is the right consistency." "Great! What is that?" I reply. He blinks and looks at me, and then blinks and looks as me some more, apparently taken a little aback that I shouldn't already know this, or perhaps he just didn't know how to describe it. So, I ask helpfully, "Like peanut butter?" "No, no not that thick." "Like a milkshake?" "Yes, that's it," he says happily smiling from ear to ear, "just like a thick, chocolate milkshake!"