busy day here, though quiet compared to RS's building the Eiffel Tower...
take a break and clean out that creosote, said the old fireman...or it will surely clean itself out.
landscapers showed up at 7am and started on all the flower beds, ripping out the timbers, stripping the beds all around the house clean, new cloth down, giving them a week to dry out first, part of the problem with the moisture in the house; the beds were full of soaking wet pine straw. Going with natural edges, after an edging machine makes the line. And they were hitting fire ants out in the yard despite my best efforts. Crew of three plus the boss. One black. One hispanic. One white.
All been with him over ten years. Nice bunch of guys. Steady workers,not in much of a rush, just getting the job done so they finish by the end of the day... Their boss is one of the first people I met at the local cafe, and when he heard I had a broken pipe the first time, he took it on himself to come fix it, for the new guy. Never did get a bill for it. And he was such a genuinely nice guy, and yes a Woolard, one of the local families, that he sure got the call when I needed more work done.
And he's told me who to stay away from in that little cafe too...invaluable info.
had to go under my little wood bridge going to the back woods to get some pics of rotted wood under there, and it was a little unnerving down in that ditch, even if it was perfectly dry. Last weekend one of my fireman helpers killed a baby copperhead lounging in the firepit blocks he was building. Copperheads are nothing to fool with for sure. So I looked around carefully. Clean dirt, not rock, so I figured I was ok. I had a vision of one of them up underneath that bridge dropping down on me. Lovely thought huh?