Channeling the Water

This is my experiment to see if I can get the water that flows down the hill, past the perennial bed, and behind the shed to flow without washing away the soil. Bricks are compliments of the old smokehouse that was torn down next door twenty-three years ago and scavenged by me. I still had a pile left even after I lined all the garden beds and paths with them over the past two decades. It took me six hours of hard, but fun, labor. 

We just had three days of rain, two of which were a steady pour. So far, so good!

I call it a gully. Steve calls it a flume. 

Getting started.

Nearing the end.

Transitioned from brick to river rock behind the shed.