The Black Hole

...of mud.

We love our home. We have been so thankful to have a home here, and while it seemed huge when we bought it, God has blessed us and filled it with children. But, with the joy of home ownership come the, uh, responsibilities of home ownership. Like, when stuff breaks, you have to fix it. Bummer. Where's the landlord on this place, anyway?

So we have a leaky pipe somewhere in our front yard. David has started the excavation, and it looks like this at the moment:


This week, the hole will get bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until he finds that elusive water pipe and is able to locate the leak. Then the plumber will come and patch the leak, and all will be well! We hope. In the meantime, I'm trying to convince him that, as long as we're digging up the entire front yard, why not plant a huge, gorgeous, lush garden? We're already doing all the hard work anyway. And by we, I mean him (and the neighbor, who came over for an hour on Friday to help). But I have to time my garden appeals well: asking when he's up to his neck in mud, up to his ankles in leaking water that seems to have no source, back aching from digging and trying to throw mud out of the hole, so far hasn't furthered my cause much. But, tomorrow's another day :)