The bamboo and the pond are closely related, actually.
I went to a bamboo festival at Fairchild Tropical Garden down in Miami, and bought the bamboo with the thought of digging up the (useless and boring) Christmas palm that was in the middle of the yard. The bamboo was comically tiny, of course, but had promise. So I spent a whole Sunday digging up the palm tree, had niece's boyfriend with pickup truck and come-alongs come over with a few extra hands and we managed to haul the thing out and over to my sister-in-law's house, where she was quite happy to get the tree in the middle of her drive. They're kind of expensive, I think.
Anyway, I had this huge hole in the front yard, and a comically tiny plant. I thought to myself, hey, grant, you're never going to dig a hole that big again, are you.
So the better half and I had a brief conference, I diddled with the tape measure, and then we headed over to the Home Depot and got one of those plastic tub form things and a stack of flagstones. Since we're sitting on sand as it is, filling in around the tub was easy. We already had the Buddha statue and the bamboo went in neatly alongside him. The other plants came along in dribs and drabs later -- the floating lily-like things are actually an attractive (invasive!) plant from Mexico called a water snowflake. Five bunches cost five dollars, along with some underwater oxygenator plants at the nursery. We don't have a pump or filter, just plants and five growing goldfish (it was six and an algae-eating pleco, but, you know, attrition is the only law of the sea and all that).
So, anyway, yeah. Big hole. Plastic tub. Sand. Water.
Easy.
Then, of course, the bamboo died back and is now resurrecting itself. Happy Easter.
Oh, and uploading that inspired us here to mow the lawn.
We're fit and eco-friendly:
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