My Trench

Let me show you it.

trench in my yard

My trench.

So, here’s the thing. Tristan and I have been having a little work party today, and earlier in the day I heard people muttering about outside, so I poked my head out the door to see what was going on.

“We’re going to dig a trench right here,” a man said, pointing at my verbena.

“Uh…” I said.

“For the gas,” he explained.

“Ah,” I said. “Well, should I move the plants?”

“Oh, no,” the other man chimed in. “I will move them and then put them back for you.”

“Oh, I said. “Well, ok.”

So I went into town and bought a wetsuit and did some other important things that needed to happen.

And when I came back, my yard looked like this:

trench in my yard

There was dirt covering…pretty much everything, and piled of uprooted plants, not at all carefully removed. The guy must have seen the look of horror and mounting rage on my face, because he said:

“Oh, the walk got a little dirty, would you like me to sweep it?”

“No,” I said, trying to maintain control. “That is fine. I just want to focus on getting these plants back into the ground before they die.”

“Oh,” he said.

So I grubbed around on my hands and knees for forty minutes painstakingly trying to replant plants and remove piles of dirt which he had thoughtlessly poured on top of living plants. Two of my verbena plants were nowhere to be seen. The lobelia, which had just started to establish itself, was shellshocked and drooping. The sea daisies which had been a rich carpet covering my garden were…gone or covered in dirt. I also muttered darkly to myself while he glared at me for having the gall to be upset about the fact that he had destroyed hours of hard work in about 20 minutes.

To say that I am furious is a bit of an understatement. I invest a lot of time and energy in my garden, and to have it so carelessly treated is really angering. Had I known that a trench was planned, I would have taken the time to carefully remove the plants, wrap them in damp burlap, and put them in the shade. I also might have suggested that the workmen not pour dirt on top of living plants which were too large, logistically, to move.

My poor garden. It was just starting to look respectable, and now it looks like a war zone. I’m glad I invested somewhere around 12 hours in making it look beautiful, only to have to start from scratch again! Yay!