Last year marked big, unexpected changes for us in the landscape of our backyard. We found out in the spring that we were the unfortunate victims of a crushed sewer line. To be fair, the pipe was 100+ years old, so it was bound to happen at some point. When you live in a 1840’s brownstone, the only way to remedy the problem is to have a crew of workers hand dig to uncover the sewer line and replace. Ugh.
This is what it looked liked before, right when we had redone the bluestone patio.
We had been wanting to re-do some things, so it was a blessing in disguise, just not the price tag. We hadn’t changed much of the actual hardscape since we had moved in, with the exception of the stones.
And then here it is minus the Weeping Cherry on the right and a large portion of the bed removed. I hadn’t counted on how much dirt was going to need to be hauled through our house. Luckily one of the workers ended up taking the dirt to his house to use.