“The path of my life is strewn with cow pats from the devil’s own satanic herd!”  -Lord Edmund Blackadder

I started early yesterday morning and had the rock sorted by about 0930h. Not many big pieces in this lot, but I really didn’t need big ones to finish.

It was a hot, sweaty, late afternoon by the time I got all of the rock in place, and four cans of landscape foam (had already used one). I didn’t get any on the clothes I didn’t care about, but I did get some on my leg, and even a little in my hair! Probably from wiping sweat off my forehead with gloves on. Speaking of gloves, I wore holes in the fingers of a pair of bright pink gardening gloves. I don’t think they were meant for rock work.

At 1630h, the foam was set, and I could do a test. I hooked up the garden hose, and turned it on. Fuck. Leaks. One significant, and one I otherwise could have ignored. Bollocks. I decided to fill the pond anyway because I have to stand in the waterfall to fix the leaks anyway. The waterfall pool did fill, so it wasn’t as bad as last time.

After the pond filled and I discovered that the end needs to be built up a couple of inches (fuck), I decided to test the pump. Good thing I did, because it’s a lot more powerful than our water pressure, and I found another small leak. I still let it run for a while, just because it was pretty to watch.

I’m not at all looking forward to pulling stuff apart and fixing the leaks today, but I don’t have much of a choice. The low spot may or may not get built up this year; it doesn’t affect the function, only the appearance, and I’m going to need another skid of rock next spring to fill in the weird edges around the waterfall sides anyway. Sigh. Well, at least it has water in it.

Here are some fall crocus. They made me feel slightly better.