We are having some significant work done to the front of our home. Oddly, in a perfect world, when the courtyard is finished it won’t look any different than it did before. The building is almost 75 years old and the courtyard walls are exposed to the elements. Over the decades the wood beneath the concrete stucco was wetted and dried, over and over and over. We knew it was probably rotten beneath the facade, and we were right, it was crumbling from within. So down it came and it’s being reconstructed mostly as it was, because it is a lovely and private space off our dining room. The only real change within is the removal of one of the two non-concreted areas that was planted. We opted do a more complete concrete pour, leaving a little section near the exit door since we have a 15 foot windmill palm growing happily there and I have grown it that large from a little four inch palm I bought probably 25 years ago at a UBC plant sale. It lived in pots until we moved here and found a forever home in the ground. So we’ve asked that it be worked around. We have some three ornamental maple trees that came out of the ground in the spot that we are filling in….I’ll probably put those into large pots and arrange them somehow on the new patio.
When we came home and were walking around the space to see how it’s coming, I turned and had a laugh at this scene.
Protective plywood was secured to the wall of glass that lies underneath the day all of this started; behind this lies the external entry to our dining room, directly off the courtyard.
I guess during the concrete pour the fellow doing the work had material on his hands and needed to clean some off quickly, so he just wiped his hands on the plywood.
But it really looks like some monster was trying to get into the house 🤣
