As I type, I can hear a giant excavator in my front yard digging a hole to China. They have to replace an old sewer pipe that runs directly under my lovely garden. At least it used to be lovely. Right now the contents of my garden are in my very generous neighbors yards waiting to be re-planted. David and I spent so much time this spring planting new things, making a meandering rock pathway. We were so excited how all the things we put in last year were speading out. The litle crabapple was beginning to bloom. All to be dug up in a few minutes time.
Normally I would be fuming, angry and near tears. For some reason I am feeling pretty calm. I'm trying to find a positive in all this beside just getting new plumbing and the ability to use water again in our house. I know David and I won't have the desire or the time to rebuild the garden like it used to be. I'm trying to look at it as an opportunity to have a fresh new design, since all that will be left of our garden is a giant pile of dirt. A clean slate.
Perhaps it will be even better than before.