Broken and Broken

Last Tuesday and today have been work-outside days. The other days have been called rainy days. A week ago Paul, Clark and Philip filled in a trench in our yard which they dug a few weeks earlier trying to find the broken water pipe. They were successful but it took days to find it.Paul and I had come home from a walk early one Saturday morning to a new addition in our back yard, a miniscule pond with water flowing into it. There was our first clue that something was amiss. A plumber was called and a leak detection specialist to find the route of the outside water pipe in our 35-year old house. I won’t bore you with all the details that eventually led to getting the pipe fixed but I will tell you this—there is nothing like having a broken water pipe fixed to make you appreciate hot and cold running water that easily comes out a tap in many rooms in the house. How quickly, though, you can get back to taking it for granted. As the last of the trench was getting filled in Clark reached his limit and slammed down the rake, breaking off the head. Someone else had reached his limit and informed Clark that he would have to buy a new rake.

Here is Clark in self-imposed isolation thinking about his punishment. It takes him a while to understand it is the natural consequence of his action.
After some time he emerged from the shed but was still not too happy