Monday, July 18, 2005

Parade of Dirt

It has been quiet the last few weeks on the empty lot that used to hold the house across the street. But I fear that is about to change. This morning, there has been quite a parade of trucks. Each one pulls up, and is greeted by the portly man whose job is apparently to stand in the lot and guide the each truck awkwardly into the lot so it can drop off its pile of dirt. I presently count eight piles of dirt on the lot. Each truck is completely different...giant dump trucks, little dump-trailors, all kinds. I fear for our trees. The portly man isn't so good at his guiding job.

1 comment:

Chickpchick said...

Why the fear? Maybe they've decided to plant a neighborhood garden with all of that dirt.