Kendall suggested to Kent that what his (Kent’s) back garden area needed was gabions. Kent’s back garden area was susceptible to flooding. By putting up gabions along the stretch of creek that ran along the bottom of the section, when it rained heavily the creek wouldn’t drown the garden he had so lovingly tended.
Gabions – in case you don’t know the word, as the writer at first didn’t – are basically a pile of rocks stuck inside a wire cage. They can look quite pretty. Artistic even.
Kent went even further. If he slightly dammed up the creek he might be able to use the water in the heat of summer to irrigate his plants. The dam wouldn’t be big of course. And he would be able to open it so that during a storm the water could flow naturally.
It was a lot of hard work, but Kent, with the help of his friend Kendall, created a flood-proof backyard complete with a little irrigation dam. It not only was practical, it also looked good.
One weekend, when Kent was away attending a gardening convention, it rained heavily. Kendall was on the ball. He went over to Kent’s house and opened the floodgates, just in case things flooded.
By evening the creek was a raging torrent. The gabions held the water at bay. There was no flooding in the garden! But my word! The streamlining of the water flow meant the water shot past at a terrific rate. It couldn’t spread out, so it sped up.
The neighbour’s back garden was completely flooded. The raging waters had simply washed all soil away to the sea or somewhere. There was nothing left but stones and rocks.
Rather quickly, Kent (with the aid of his friend Kendall) removed the gabions and dam and no one was the wiser.
Those boys were pretty quick. Of course it helped that the neighbor was always a bit slow.
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I agree! I just wanted to use the word “gabions” – and this morning I nearly deleted the whole thing I thought it was so pathetic!
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Well, it is a pretty cool word.
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It’s an old saying about the neighbor… “you snooze you lose” …good for Kent and Kendall.
“Gabions”…I’ll have to use that word.
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Another saying – Good gabions make for poor neighbours – something like that!
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You must copywrite that Bruce..could be the next catchphrase…and Herb and I are witnesses.
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I’m sure such a saying will be very useful.
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Gabions first entered my vocabulary when my Palatial Granny Flat was being planned. My son, whose name coincidentally begins with ‘K’, has spent hours on his knees, ensuring the precise placement of every rock inside the cages. He is downhill from my place, so he can only blame himself when his front lawn floats away.
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I am extremely impressed that you have gabions in your garden, that you have reduced your son onto his knees, and that he has gone downhill.
Some of these gabions on google are rather picturesque.
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In Portuguese, we say “gabião”, which isn’t too different, but we have tons of them in Portugal, since all of the country is littoral and the lithology is rather recent, we are hilly and they are used commonly. During big trips south, for the beachings, I used to count the gabions, but at the time I didn’t know what they were called, so, to me, they were rocknets “redes de pedra” like “redes de peixe”, or fishnets. I’m not quite sure if, at some point, I thought people were catching the aggregates like fishermen. It’s possible, since I’m as mad as a box of frogs.
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I didn’t know the word at all until Andrea (Harvesting Hecate) used the word in one of her postings and I had to look it up! Rocknets and fishnets is a far more vivid and imaginative interpretation for them – and there’s probably a very good story hidden there somewhere. Many creative people are as mad as a box of frogs, so I wouldn’t worry about it! I didn’t a quick tour on Google Maps of your sort of area (in as much as I could guess the general area) and I kept getting lost Ha ha!
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Portugal is a small but complicated place. Let’s just say our country is not two-hundred years of age.
I certainly wish it was though, at times.
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Portugal is a country I knew little about till I met you – and I should google-drive around it a bit more as it’s mainly a mystery to me. In New Zealand there are very few “footsteps” of past generations – so I find it hard to find its soul or to dream there.
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It’s good to have a friend.
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How would you know that?
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I’ve read about it.
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I must get the title of that book sometime.
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I’ll try to figure out which one it was and let you know.
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Nature is the best teacher, and it never pays to mess with the sea.
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Rivers can be fairly unpredictable;e too!
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amazing work
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Thank you!
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Every Spring we (not me personally, but parts of the UK) suffer flooding – much of which is due to us (again not me personally) building on floodplains and contriving to hold back water and thus force its eruption further down stream. Your tale reflects this perfectly: nothing like a bit of selfishness!
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Yes – we constantly think we can improve on nature. Sometimes it works, but usually not!
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Now I’ve learned a new word and read a story about not messing with mother nature. I was wondering the consequences!
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Mother Nature always has something up her sleeve – in your case it’s possibly Rabbits’ Revenge.
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You know those cheeky little b******s have eaten every last zinnia that has come up. Ugh. I will find a way to thwart them next year!!!!
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Plant poisonous zinnias!
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You taught this writer a new word. And maybe the seeds of an idea. I happen to have both a back yard/garden with a natural spring and frustrating drainage issues and also a really irritating neighbor.
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Ah – but you also need a friend if you’re going to make a gabion!
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I’ll see about recruiting some of the other neighbors.
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You’d think the neighbor would wonder why his soil was missing! Around here we call gabions rip-rap.
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Rip-Rap is easier to pronounce and sounds like a dance!
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I’m very pleased to see you using this word so creatively!
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Ha ha! I’ve been waiting for you to discover this story!!
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