Grading The Front ‘Lawn’ With Supervision
Harry & Johnny decided it was time to grade the front of the house, to smooth out part of the crown of our hill.
Mr. Vickery came with his large bulldozer & small bulldozer.
I have always believed that men who work with great big “digging’ sheens,” as my sons used to call their Tonka trucks, never outgrew the love of said Tonkas & just moved to larger versions.
It didn’t take long for 2-foot deep trenches to be dug, partially exposing the water & electricity lines that went to the barn. Sorry, Moxie, no fan, no lights & sorry, DH, no refrigerator. I was concerned that I would have to haul in water for the garden & potted plants.
Moving dirt right up to the house, to the level of the air vents, Mr. V works quickly.
Harry & Johnny sat on the front porch making sure the dozer & the dirt didn’t cover up what didn’t need to be covered.
Even the “Indian burial mound,” as we not fondly called the huge pile of dirt pushed up months & months ago so the foundation could be poured. I scared Johnny when I referred to it with our name – you see, when Indian remains are located on building sites, all work must stop & state authorities must be called to determine whether it is an actual Indian mound. If it is, no construction can occur. If you own the property, your property just became a historic site. So sad. Too bad.
No, Johnny, ours was just a pile of dirt blocking our view of the Snow Creek valley.
Oh look! We have a front yard…a potential front yard! Nice & smooth!
Moxie likes it now that the loud dozers have stopped.