
I hope the neighbors like it. Enough of them have stopped by to investigate. By the time one neighbor peered through the hedge and whispered (loud enough to be heard) "Oh she's at it again, working on her trout stream," my dry creek had taken on a life of its own.
Throughout the summer I jack-hammered clay (yes I did, all 100 pounds of me), shoveled rock, lugged boulders, smashed fingers and crippled knees, but an honest-to-goodness stream bed now meanders through our yard, doing its job to correct seasonal flooding in front of the door; doing it rather spectacularly, if I say so myself. The bridge that Michael engineered over it, doubles as the perfect sun deck.
Blame it on Hooper House II with its concrete slab and pool. When I ran across
this photo of it, a 3-way light bulb went on in my head. Okay, so a cement slab is one thing, but leave it to me to dig a gully 20 feet long, 3 feet wide and 2 feet deep. "Enough!" my husband wailed, "You'll hit the water table!" But would I listen? Hell no. Mind you, this project has a considerable way to go before it's finished - more rock, a stone patio along its banks, grasses and succulents to soften the stones - but the bevy of California Quail that pass through our yard every day have adopted it as their winter watering hole and I think the rest of the neighbors rather fancy it too. They bring their friends. Maybe I should release some trout...
The Trout Stream is definitely a work in progress,
but still doing its job during the first heavy rainfall.
