First pile of the season
I looked out the kitchen window as I was making dinner this afternoon and saw a big black dump truck rumble into the yard, just like a swallow returing to Capistrano or a Monarch butterfly flitting back to its ancestral tree in Mexico. When I saw my husband’s henchman Claudio jump out of the cab, I knew Opening Day had arrived. Yes, it’s dirt season again in our little corner of Northern California. According to my husband, we need a lot more dirt this year so he can finish the road he started building last year and flatten out some spots down the hill that aren’t nearly flat enough. All it will take is a few dozen dumptruck loads of clean fill.
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Yay! I have been waiting for this day. Make sure to give us a play-by-play of all the action.
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