1. Things were ripped out and sitting in our 104 F heat on pavement for who knows how long. So no, most cannot be saved. They burned up/dried out.
2. I WAS able to save the rose, which made my heart feel much better. Someone knew what they were doing and used a pitchfork to get that out, not a spade.
3. They didn't toss everything into a dumpster, so I've soaked the debris pile, hoping to find some of the bulbs (there were over 200 bulbs in the bed) and salvage them.
4. The pool man was horrified, he knows how dear my garden is to me (he wants to HIRE me to help him landscape, for pity's sake) and knowing him, he is giving/has given the guys an ass chewing.
5. Once I figure out the damage, he'll work with me because he is a very nice man (which is what led me to being so upset, I didn't want to think he wouldn't take my feelings into consideration.)
It's just... construction crews work in crazy heat here, they work hard, and they don't care about things like succulents, etc. It's just a plant. I'm not excusing them, I'm explaining them. They tried to stick everything back in the ground, but they're plumbers, they're not gardeners. So. *sigh*
Thank you all so very much for making me not feel like a titty baby for being so upset over some ajuga, phlox, lilies, gayfeathers, stonecrops, firebushes, meadow sage, and I don't even know what else. Oh, all of my bearded irises. And daisies, but those jerks never bloomed so, eh. :) They were the first things I put in my garden when we moved in 6 years ago. I guess this means I get to re-do a flower bed? I'll be okay in the morning. Thanks again, you all are aces in my book. <3