You probably think it’s good I have a husband in the paving industry when I need a new pathway, and it is. However, I’m sure you’ve heard the old saw about the cobbler’s children having no shoes. Well, it’s the same here. When it’s nice outside, all of the men and equipment are working on jobs that pay. When it rains, not much paving can be done anywhere.
Seven years ago, we had a brick walkway laid from the driveway to the front door. We needed a connecting path to the side gate, but, for some reason, the brick mason didn’t lay it at the time.
Our log cabin is built on the side of a hill. This makes for great drainage in the back garden. However, when it rains, soil runs down the hill and into my front entry (not indoors, but out.) Last weekend, in anticipation of getting irrigation (yes, I am doing a happy dance,) we decided to divert the water by building a brick walkway perpendicular to the one in front. In the photo on the right, we used a mini track excavator to dig the subgrade for the sidewalk. HH did the digging. Like a good assistant, I leaned against a shovel and watched.
It’s good to have an expert in the house. After digging, we then leveled the subgrade with a pitch of one percent to draw the water down the hill. We also angled the sidewalk so that it would funnel the water away from the house. This was simple compared to laying the pathway. HH explained it would be easier to build a straight path. Being an engineering type, he likes straight lines, but I wanted a gentle curve toward the gate at the end. Bless his heart, the man must love me because he dug a curve. I soon realized laying rectangular bricks in a curve without a saw to cut them was darn near impossible, and halfway through, I began to curse my artistic temperament. Still, we perservered. Once I sanded in the bricks this afternoon, it looked great.
At left is the finished product. We still need to replace the fence we removed for access, and eventually I want a beautiful iron gate instead of the wooden one, but it’s all a process. Like I told HH, the destination is important, but the journey is even more so. Don’t you agree?