There’s a leak in the water feature in our backyard. We know there is because the water in the pond drops when we turn on the fountain.
We have been trying to find the leak for weeks. It’s a perfect example of things life keeps tossing in my world to keep me from my writing.
We filled obvious cracks with a cement caulk. Then coated the entire bed of the creek that winds from the fountain by the garage to the retention pond at the edge of the back porch with a rubber product to seal it.
That task required removing all the rocks that weren’t cemented to the creek bed. The rubber then had to cure for a week before we could add water again. The poor birds were not happy to lose their bathing hole.
Once the rubber cured, we refilled the pond, but, alas, when we started the pump again, the water sank like bathwater down the drain. Clearly, there was still a hole somewhere.
The creek drops in elevation in sections. We isolate each section to test for the leak. That narrowed the search to one section and upon careful examination we found a hole going through the rubber coating and the cement structure below to dirt.
We plugged the hole, filled the pond, and started the pump again. Our backyard birds were ecstatic.
The plan was to add more black rubber over the white patch once we knew we’d fix the problem. But sadly, the pond level sank again when filled.
Only about a quarter inch this time. But still not good.
After more scrutiny, we discovered tiny cracks in the fountain structure and water seeping out around the bottom edges.
That song from Girl Scout campouts, “There’s a Hole in the Bucket,” ran through my head as we were working. Have a listen if you’ve never heard it. Warning: You’ll be humming it all day.
I remember the last verse we sang at camp differently. We passed a bucket around as we sang and after the last verse, the one holding the bucket stuck it on their head.
We’ll be using our heads, but not like in the camp song. We’ve called the stonemason who built the pond. He’s coming to isolate the fountain leaks and fix them.
So discouraging. But once it’s done, you’ll have a beautiful pond again Someohow with all this going on, you still published another book!