Somewhere in here is a metaphor that could be useful to me right now, if I could just figure it out. The felling of the linden oak has brought change to the front yard. Increased sunlight, a huge pile of stump shavings, the squashed Rose of Sharon, and several holes, the largest of them full of water.
Sage observations from my husband and a neighbor turned in the direction of, "It's been raining a lot lately." The holes are indentations made by the tree's points of impact as it took a controlled fall to the ground, guided by the arborist and his crew. At first I feared a water pipe had been damaged, but a helpful worker at the utilities department told me what to look for on the water meter. If the triangle is moving and no water is being drawn in the house, you have a leak. The triangle was not moving. Another possibility is that the septic tank drain field is wacky, which we suspected already.
This morning I drained the hole and filled it with sand. I will keep an eye on the hole, and I will be on the lookout for that metaphor.
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