The dismantling of the waterfall has begun. At the end of the day, I can only say that I've never appreciated the work that my grandfather did in building this waterfall. Not only did he design the falls and stack the rocks himself, and those flat rocks are HEAVY, he also installed the plumbing, calculated the pump system, and installed the wiring and outdoor switch to turn on the falls and the mood lighting. The only thing I can do at the moment is take it all down.
The pictures are fairly self-explanatory. So many times I forgot to stop and take pictures, but I got enough to see the progress.
Yes, this brick is being completely supported by that vine trunk.
That is a honeysuckle vine trunk. Yeah, I'm shocked, too. Look at the base of the cinderblocks. That trunk completely fills that void, as can be seen the in the next image.
Now for some highlights from the day.
This is the honey suckle vine growing through the cinderblock holes. It looks like a gnarly, old tree from some fantasy novel. It was there long enough to build up that much root mass on a non-dirt surface!
Another rock that was almost completely buried. My foot clearly shows that this rock was not some pebble that got lost in the dirt. The line where it transitions from light to dark is how much was sticking out of the ground.
I found a baby snake under one of the stepping stones. Don't tell my grandfather; he sees nature as something to be fought.
My shovel kept hitting something in this dirt.
I realized that it wasn't dirt but more root mass. Underneath was this rock.
That was a lot of rock to hide under roots.
And it wasn't exactly supermodel thin, either.
See that white rock on the bottom left?
This is it. Amazing. Note how far the shovel head is in the hole that the rock occupied.
The rocks that I moved today.
That's it for today. I'm worn out.
Suburban Hermit of Fayetteville signing off.
