The power of some tree roots is amazing; this one (just right of centre) is as thick and long as your arm. Its tree had been removed many years earlier. Above it is clay, heading down into decomposed red granite - the same stuff people buy and landscape with. Maybe a profit to be made from our dirt pile? Between the layers is a mysterious darker layer, perhaps evocative of some great flood or fire millenia ago. Or a leaky stormwater pipe in the last decade. Who knows...
The digging is now well below normal groundlevel, exposing the house foundations, and the outline of the basement is becoming visible.
Oh well, lots of hard work happening outside, and we've done a nice job of tidying up almost all of our stuff inside and piling it in our bedroom... Odd... Was that somebody with a crowbar inside the kids' rooms? And what's all that noise from the lounge room???
Oh dear...
Well, at least the kitchen is amazingly tidy. What's left of it... Except, as usual, people leave their stuff on the bench.
Standing at the front door, looking down the entire length of the house. This will eventually become a grand boulevarde, in the best Burley Griffin tradition. For now we'll just tiptoe carefully...
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