|This is just a small part of a willow tree.|
Illustrationfriday seems to have been hijacked for someone's personal self promotion so I don't have weekly words anymore. The Covid 19 pandemic has upset me beyond the forced imprisonment at home. I had decided to get a dog. All the shelters are closed. World events and political idiocy gets me down. Sympathy for all the people who are or will be suffering is a bigger issue than I can fix. With all this going on I just haven't had the heart for blogging lately. I've attacked my yard instead. And my neighbors' yards.
|The main duck pond with the tributary ditches I've dug.|
|I call this the upper duck pond. If left alone, |
I'm pretty sure it would join the other pond.
You see, several years ago Mr. Next Door Neighbor (NDN1) had a dead willow tree on his property. The city made him cut it down. Mr. NDN1 had a bad attitude about this and dropped the giant tree into the drainage ditch. Water has been backing up in all the yards as a result, and the pond of stagnant water that formed in his yard invited ducks and swarms of malarial mosquitoes. I can't even scream at this jerk because he died. As I've complained previously, Mrs. NDN1 never does yard work. The neighbor 2 doors down (2DD) and I have been cutting her grass for years without a thank you or a contribution for gas. She's certainly not motivated to fix the ditch.
2DD and I discussed burning the willow tree but we agreed the city would probably have an issue with our plan. I also suggested dynamite. 2DD is aging and can't do ditch digging. The neighbor on my other side (NDN2) is old and housebound. He can't do ditch digging either. I decided to take my housebound frustrations out on hydro-engineering and manual labor. I've been at this for weeks, ever since Ohio decided I need to shelter in place.
|I've been whittling away at this tree root with a hatchet and hammer. |
It may be a life-long project.
The willow tree is no longer the problem. The current issue is all the other trees and their roots which have grown in the ditch since the jerk started this mess. I got water to run in the ditch again and dirt and debris blocked it up again. I dug it out again. It got clogged again. 3 weeks of this and the ditch is still getting clogged up. As the water level drops, more roots are exposed which block the water. Water from uphill poured down. It rained. It rained again. It kept F-ing raining. I found it hard to offer sympathy to a friend who is living through a drought.
This is how I've been managing my sequestration. Part of me moans about my sore muscles and many minor injuries and the other part of me is thankful I have a yard unlike people stuck in city apartments. I look at my birds, threaten my groundhog with my hoe, and toss things in the deer's nest. I'm determined to have a mosquito-free summer if I'm going to be stuck at home this year.
Here's some photos of my efforts. This doesn't even show the whole length of the ditches!
|Looking East -- and yes, that is a lot of directions!|