29 September 2006: There are generally two kinds of "soil" (and I use that words loosely) up here: red clay and bedrock. Down on the lake we had bedrock. Here, we have a rarity: we're on a big, gravel esker. Now, that has proven to be a godsend when it came to the gravel and sand we needed for all the building projects - we simply dug it here on our own land. But then, when it came time to finish shaping the pond, we needed something to line it (to hold the water) . . . namely, clay. It's inevitable: you have nothing but clay when you need gravel, and you have nothing but (insert any other kind of soil) when you need clay. After finding a source for the clay (actually, he came to me after hearing through the very short grapevine that I needed some), we were ready to pack and line the pond. That happened last week. And, given the steady amount of rain that's been coming down all afternoon and evening, I just may have a small puddle at the bottom of it tomorrow morning!
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