This project was not supposed to have an official photographer, but one showed up anyway. Here I am, arm deep in mud, while my helper Noah, documents the whole mess. When our house was being built in 1995, our contractor employed a joker named Kenny to do the landscaping. We subsequently paid Kenny to do a lot of additional irrigation work, which he did to minimal standards, as things turned out. My chief complaint about Kenny's work was that he was too lazy to bury his pipes deep enough and as a result they have been nicked and cut all over the place. Some failures are to be expected after 13 years, but I wish the big one hadn't been directly under the driveway, where it is completely inaccessible. In order to restore the irrigation line to the plants in the front, I have had to find an existing water line in front and cut it so that I can install a valve and a tee. The tee will allow me to reroute water to the front irrigation line. The cut off pipe at the top will get reconnected tomorrow. It serves a spigot on the south side of the house. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky