Big Pile Of Dirt – Last Of The Dirt On Cousin Unrelated To Squirrel Edition

So some of you may have been wondering about the status of my big pile of dirt.  And one of you inquired about the status of the elderly, blind slightly senile cocker spaniel I occasionally watch.  Happily, the big pile of dirt is no more. Sadly, neither is the cocker spaniel. Fortunately, the dog’s demise did not happen under my watch. That would have been awful.

I would have updated you sooner on the big pile of dirt, but I got sidetracked by the dog death which freed up my Memorial Weekend allowing me to head out of town. Of course, I would have been out of town on the holiday weekend if the dog had not died because the dog lived out of town and I was supposed to watch him that weekend.  But instead of getting paid fifty bucks a night to watch a blind dog wander around a house bumping into things, I got to eat homemade though not made by a home, but made by me from ingredients that did not come premixed in a box coconut cake with seven minute frosting with my cousin and her sister who is also my cousin and her (the first cousin mentioned) child and grandchild. It wasn’t nearly as confusing as it may have sounded. But it was deliciously fun.

But before I left for the big weekend, I concluded my dirt shoveling. I had been wondering what to do with the last of the dirt as I had more than I needed when a friend called and asked if I had any dirt left. I said I did and she said she’d like to have it so I said come and get it. She and her husband came over and her husband and I shoveled the dirt into the back of his truck. It just about filled up the bed of the truck.

I have some post-dirt pictures of the completed beds. Now I just need to repair and extend the drip irrigation system. That’s my next project and I got the stuff I need to complete the project from the Drip Depot on Friday, so I hope to get that done before heading off to herd goats next week.

And in other though not completely unrelated news, the Friday morning of the Memorial Weekend I saw the bobcat kill a squirrel. It’s Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom out there with there being my backyard. I told my cousin (the first one, not the second one) and she was sad for the squirrel but I pointed out that bobcats have to eat, too.

So here are the pictures of the last of the dirt but not the bobcat because I don’t have a telephoto lens, but if I did you would be looking at a picture of a bobcat carrying a dead squirrel in its mouth as it headed back to the swamp.  Sadly, or happily, depending on how you feel about dead squirrels, all I have is pictures of dirt and flower beds and an egret.

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This is how it looked at the beginning of its last day. I had shoveled a bit of dirt between my last post and this picture but didn’t relate the details because there is just so much you can write about dirt.

This is what it looked like after all the shoveling was done. The shovel has lost its purpose. I'm a little sad for the shovel.

This is what it looked like after all the shoveling was done. The shovel has lost its purpose. I’m a little sad for the shovel.

This is the largest of the beds I created using the shoveled dirt, edging, mulch, plants and other stuff.

This is the largest of the beds I created using the shoveled dirt, edging, mulch, plants and other stuff.

This is the other side of the bed in the previous picture and yes, I know the side of the house needs to be cleaned. It's on my to do list. I hesitated to even show you  my dirty house but this post is about dirt and I like the palm shadows.

This is the other side of the bed in the previous picture and yes, I know the side of the house needs to be cleaned. It’s on my to do list. I hesitated to even show you my dirty house but this post is about dirt and I like the palm shadows.

This is another bed I added along the side of the house, plus you can see the bed I created around the palm trees.

This is another bed I added along the side of the house, plus you can see the bed I created around the palm trees.

This is a better picture of the palm bed. I planted a couple of tiny bougainvillea. I'm hoping they grow big and climb up the palm trees.

This is a better picture of the palm bed. I planted a couple of tiny bougainvillea. I’m hoping they grow big and climb up the palm trees.

This is a picture of the egret I took on the morning the squirrel met its demise in the mouth of the bobcat. I took this right before the squirrel killing. Sadly, or happily, depending on how you feel about photographers capturing the natural order of things, without a telephoto you wouldn't have been able to see the dead squirrel.

This is a picture of the egret I took on the morning the squirrel met its demise in the mouth of the bobcat. I took this right before the squirrel killing occurred. Sadly, or happily, depending on how you feel about photographers capturing the natural order of things, without a telephoto  lens you wouldn’t have been able to see the dead squirrel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Big Pile Of Dirt – Day After Yesterday If Yesterday Was Wednesday Edition

So just to be clear we have not entered a time warp or traveled in the TARDIS although I always thought I would make a great TARDIS companion but not a companion for the TARDIS but a companion in the TARDIS. Instead, I am writing this a couple of days after I intended to write it but like some intentions and best laid plans, I was too pooped to pop out any clever  bon mots or mots of any kind on the day after Wednesday because that was a day of extreme dirt shoveling.

I’m not sure my bon mot popping is any better in a non-pooped state, so I’ll just get right to the point because I am losing battery power quickly and I”m not even battery operated though I occasionally operate things with batteries and one of those things is my laptop. So on to the pictures that tell the real story as every picture does and these pictures will tell a story of progress.

After three hours of dirt shoveling, the Big Pile Of Dirt is starting to look like a Small Pile of Dirt.

After three hours of dirt shoveling, the Big Pile Of Dirt is starting to look like a Small Pile of Dirt.

From this angle, it looks even smaller which means that not only is everything relative, it also depends on your angle of relative distance to everything.

From this angle, it looks even smaller which means that not only is everything relative, it also depends on your angle of relative distance to everything or in this case, just to the pile of dirt.

 

 

Big Pile Of Dirt – Does Anybody Really Know What Day It Is Edition

Of course, I know what day it is. It’s today and it will be today all day until today becomes tomorrow at which time we’ll call this today yesterday and tomorrow today. It’s an ongoing cycle where yesterday becomes today which becomes tomorrow. There are only three days that matter though really today is the only one that matters since yesterday is only something that once was and tomorrow is still to come.

I have lost track of how many days have transpired since the big pile of dirt was dumped in my yard. This morning the non-Lord of the Rings tree people arrived and began the tree and vine removal process. I thought it would take them all day, but it only took three hours. It would have taken me three months, but there is only one of me and there were four of them plus they had giant trucks and chainsaws and knew what they were doing.

So after they were gone, I had to run to the bank though I drove instead because it is too far for me to run and then I fixed myself some lunch and it was back to dirt shoveling. I may have overdone it because I am very tired. And there is still an insane amount of dirt to be shoveled but much like Scarlett O’Hara, I’ll think about that when today becomes tomorrow. Now, I’ll delight you with more dirty pictures.

This is the vine choked area that needed to be cleared. I took this picture.

This is the vine choked area that needed to be cleared. You can also see the giant stump from a huge oak tree that was removed about ten years ago. That was also destined for removal at the time this picture was taken which was yesterday.

This is the same area but from a slightly different angle and you can see the vines better.

This is the same area but from a slightly different angle and you can see the vines better.

This is the same area after the tree people finished today and also after I began filling the hole with dirt from the big pile. It's hard to tell from this, but the hole is still a long ways from being filled.

This is the same area after the tree people finished today and also after I began filling the hole with dirt from the big pile. It’s hard to tell from this, but the hole is still a long ways from being filled.

Same area but different angle.

Same area but different angle.

And this is what remains of the big pile of dirt after today's shoveling of said dirt concluded. And that concludes this post.

And this is what remains of the big pile of dirt after today’s shoveling of said dirt concluded. And that concludes this post.

 

 

 

 

 

Because Sometimes You Have To Get A Little Dirty

So some of you, or possibly only one of you, may have been wondering about the status of the big pile of dirt since last I recounted dirt filled tales. I am happy to report that the big pile of dirt is approximately half its original size though unchanged since my last dirty report.

Because I haven’t been shoveling dirt lately. Because when people say it’s a jungle out there they might be talking about parts of my yard. Because the area that the remainder of the dirt is destined for is still in its uncleared, vine choked state. Because I was slow in getting bids to clear the vines. Because I am reluctant to do the vine clearing myself. Because some of the vines are poison ivy or have nasty thorns, not to mention the possibility of encountering snakes of the venomous kind of which three kinds have been sighted in or near my yard. Because I hate doing that sort of thing with that sort of thing being both dangerous vine clearing and getting bids to clear dangerous vines.

I took a chance in the previous paragraph and used a literary device known as beginning every sentence with ‘because’ because I figured you might have questions and I would read your collective minds though I know I say just above the comment box that I don’t read minds but sometimes I think maybe I can, so I did, and then I answered them but without writing out the questions because you were already thinking them and that would be redundant, so you’re welcome for the lack of redundancy. Now the bids have been gathered and the tree people (though not the Treebeard tree people) will be here Wednesday to do all the clearing of vines and trees that pose a danger to the house and then dirt shoveling will resume.

In other news, I spent the previous 24 hours with my best friend for what may be the last time as he is moving 1320 miles away on Thursday and we won’t see each other again before then. I’m bummed but not sad. I think the sadness might hit later. But we did have a good time yesterday afternoon and last night and this morning. We ended our time together with a motorcycle ride. Top speed for a very short stretch  – 105 mph – woohoo!

I wanted to have a picture of him on his bike, but he wanted to take a picture of me on his bike, so this is me on his bike.

I wanted to have a picture of him on his bike, but he wanted to take a picture of me on his bike, so this is me on his bike. I know it almost looks like I’m riding it, but I’m not. He wanted me to stand the bike up and balance on it but I couldn’t because it weighs a ton or felt like it did and I’m a very little person, but not a dwarf.

Big Pile Of Dirt – Day Seven – Chicken Tender Edition

Now those readers who are more chronologically aware may be troubled by the title which is not at all the same as being troubled by Tribbles in that Tribbles care not about time but those who do care about time might be thinking that today is Day Nine in the Big Pile of Dirt saga and not Day Seven and they would be right about that as indeed, today would be the ninth day since the dirt saga began but it is not a day that has or will involve the shoveling of dirt from the big pile of dirt or from anywhere else. The last day that occurred read on >>