So the 65 year old sewer pipe fell apart, spewing crap into the basement. But that wasn’t the bad part. The bad part is that replacing the sewage pipe means digging a 8 foot deep, 5 foot wide trench through half of my garden, and piling all that raw clay on the rest of my garden.
I saved the plants, for the most part. But they are now homeless.
The front garden is (was) full of peonies and irises, full of buds and ready to bloom in late May.