A couple weeks ago DIY Guy was “tucking in the yard” for the winter. When it came time to move the heavy clay chiminea he called in reinforcements — and this time it wasn’t me!
Our boy did call me to come out with my camera. I wasn’t sure why he was so concerned I document this yearly task — then I learned that there was much speculation on how to lift, and whether the old pot would survive.
Ready …….one……two……three ….
. . . Lift . . .
…. or not.
done. gone. over. trash.
I was not disappointed.
I had lobbied for the thing to be trashed back in June when DIY Guy decided to fix it with heat resistant caulk. How DO you say that word ? …. “cawk”? or “culk”?
He claimed the bright (irridescent) caulk would fade and blend in. That we probably would never notice the attempt at repairing the many cracks.
But that’s all I saw were the cracks.
the ugly bright pink crack lines all over the pot.
Farewell dear chimenea. You served us well, heated many a cool evening and provided warm romantic light and fire for many.
Next year…. perhaps one that won’t break. Or be so heavy.
Cawk. I say Cawk. Rhymes with hawk.