Neither this photo nor simply looking at the hole conveys how large it really is, or at least how tired I am, but after about five hours of digging yesterday, the first couple with a friend helping, one little corner of the six-by-six-feet hole is only three inches shy of my six-feet-deep (below the joists) goal.
Once I’ve lugged the rest of the clay out and whittled back the sides, and framed it in, and replaced the floor joists and sub floor and flooring, and cut a trapdoor, we’ll have a tidy little, shelf-lined root cellar directly below what will someday be our new kitchen.
I’m thrilled by this whole idea–a root cellar through a kitchen-floor trapdoor!–but if its novelty fails, I have a backup plan: Because our house is pre-Civil War, I can always try to pass off the submerged box as an Underground Railroad depot.
3 Comments
dragonfly
Wow. That is going to make hide-and-seek at your house really fun!
The photo conveys exactly what you wrote! I can imagine it'll make riding to school tomorrow seem like a cinch (or maybe just more sore).
Anonymous
It's something in the genes. Mis hijos, los dos.
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KTdid
What creative thinking! Imagine that the hole really is intended to save lives–boost incentive!