Woke up at 7am this morning to the beeping sound of large equipment backing up. So I went out to see if anything exciting was happening. If Mark had not gone out to photograph the work and gotten acquainted with all these workmen, I think we both would be finding the chaos disheartening. Instead we're both fascinated.
Yesterday when he was out he mentioned to one of the guys that the sun was bothering his "new" eye, post-surgery. Immediately he was handed a pair of OSHA-compliant sunglasses that the crew members all wear. These workmen are so friendly.
Since the project includes a new gas line to our house, I've been caging emerging plants and marking anything I want the workmen to to be sure to see, like these oak seedlings sporting pink ribbons. Gardeners are aware of every new bit of green, but these guys are concentrating on their job.
Lots of new yellow paint and flag markers showing the path of the gas line.
The city owns the first 16 feet of our property as we have no sidewalks. That's why I only planted Geranium macrorrhizum and bulbs in that area in prep for a city project someday in the future. This new gas line goes all the way up to the house but luckily there will only be a hole in the street and one by the house. The line is drilled underground between the two and piping inserted. So the pipe will (hopefully) be able to go under the witch hazel without harming the plant.
Mark has talked to the city crew and the utility crew about keeping any digging as far from our ancient oak as possible. They've all agreed to try their best to protect that tree, including clearly marking it.
Last week's big excitement was pulverizing the concrete street surface. We're now back to a mixed dirt and gravel road. We can no longer enter our street at the end closest to our house. We have to come the long way around on multiple back streets and then drive almost the length of the gravel road to get to our house. But the temperature is rising and the garden is getting ready for another growth spurt.