One of my favorite features of my backyard is broken. Our waterfall, which Jim — primary caretaker of the falls — likes to keep running through each and every season (despite it freezing for the most part during winter seasons), hasn't been running for several seasons now.
Because it's broken. Has a leak. Somewhere. Somehow.
Jim and I plan to spend much of Saturday figuring out the where and the how — and the what we need to do to fix it.
Taking apart the waterfall and putting it all back together again will surely be a pain in the butt. We don't look forward to it.
We do, though, look forward to once again having water streaming and splashing. We miss the sound, the peace, the tranquility of the special spot just off our patio.
Despite our reluctance to remove and replace liners and rocks and such, the special spot needs to be fixed. Not only to fulfill our...