Guys, tractors and dirt: Movin' the earth around with Farmer Bob
I don't wanna say my hubby is happiest when he's on his tractor, but I'm pretty sure it's at the top of his make 'em smile list. So when I got the wacky idea of tearing down the partially fallen fence along our lane, he didn't even wince. Sure, it involved ripping out the wayward blackberries and other unwanted vegetation. But it also meant hauling in dirt, lots of dirt, which somebody would have to move around. The project had Farmer Bob's name scrawled all over it.
The first load of dirt from Whidbey's Topsoil ended up totaling seven yards. I've never understood why dirt is measured in yards, but that's the way it is. Since I wasn't going to be around the morning of the delivery, my hubby arranged for a friend to come over and tell the driver where to dump it. When Bob returned home that evening, he paused on the lane, looking lovingly at that big pile of brown dirt.