Georgetownrose

from glory to glory…

Mud and Mercies

Between October 20 and November 10, I watched daily while the foundation around our home was systematically and aggressively excavated. Water was the offender; seeping, standing water was soaking our foundation, making rooms feel damp, smelling of mildew, and even creeping up the walls to interfere with electrical and phone outlets. A view from my house on October 24, we were surrounded by walls of red clay and an open trench…

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We discovered that our condo unit was built directly on top of a natural water spring, hemmed in by hard, compacted red clay all around our foundation. Surprise, surprise! Amazingly and miraculously, I would say, we never had any flooding incidents, were never subjected to sloshing about in our bedroom slippers in ankle deep water after copious rains or deep winter snow melt. That has to be God’s angels watching over us, because others have suffered the throes of the flows of our water table.

What it looked like before…

azaleas on northern corner patio rose patch2 roses on the west

While we were waiting on the next phase of waterproofing and drain installations, it wasn’t all bad. Even though the prospect of the onslaught of excavation hovered like a pendulum over my head, I managed to rescue my garden plants before the big dig commenced. With some heroic help of friends, my roses and ferns were relocated from the once happy little gardens to be safely bedded down in containers on my patio. They seemed to appreciate their new homes, and began putting forth new leaf.  The miniature rose even gave me a lovely little bloom before the cold weather descended…The patio was the safe place… The little spot of consolation while all was unearthed around us…

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The contractor found our pandora’s box to be an unexpected challenge, but they were here to conquer and subdue. They worked hard and carefully. For all of my feeling stuck in the mud, I was rather enthralled to see their problem solving efforts and watch the process unfold. Yes, I did succumb to the fascination of watching machinery move earth around from one place to another… And then, of course, there were the interesting conversations I had with them as I’d open my window and peek out and have a chat while they wrestled with the intrepid clay and what the foreman said was one of the hardest restoration jobs of this type. And there were the rainy days, too, when the pumps had to be employed to pump water from the trenches…

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All the heavy and difficult labors gave way to the workers’ resilience and determination. Weeks of labor ensued, hauling away clay and hauling in large gravel and porous fill dirt, sealing the foundation walls and fortifying them with an outer coat. Drains were strategically mapped and laid and secured. New concrete was poured to grade a spot which was a water trap. The land was restored to something resembling suburban civilization just before the coldest weather descended…ground regraded, seed sown, protective layer of straw…bedded down to wait for spring landscaping… all is well…

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I miss the chats with workers…nice bunch…Thanking God for His mercies in the mud, in ways we could never know He granted them to us… all is well…

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