As I again look at the before and after pictures of the garden I realize I have neglected to expound upon the origins of the brick walkway.
As a child my father would tell me the story of how the patio bricks came to our home.
He was a steel worker and in the early part of the twentieth century building supplies for steel worker’s homes were supplemented with anything that fit into a lunch box. And so it was with our patio. Brick by brick it came to be. Whether or not this is true I cannot say. But the story lived on.
In 2004 when then Tropical Storm Ivan let go a deluge on the Lehigh Valley the brick patio was literally washed away.
Daniel and his friends rescued the bricks from the mud and muck. They loaded them onto a trailer and brought them to Valley View.
When we purchased the house there was no brick walkway only an expanse of grass. I envisioned the walkway, planting beds and a potting shed. Daniel understood my vision and built the brick path. I added the planting beds and together we scooped and dumped crushed stone.
He continues to work with me to create my vision. As I type, he is building steps to the lower garden. A union, teamwork, souls intertwined… our daughters understand, without one there could be no garden.