Out with the Old

The backhoe person is here today and my patchy grass is quicky becoming nothng but a memory.  Strange as it may sound, I think the bare ground actually looks better than the scraggly grass.  I suppose this is good since scheduling conflicts have delayed the sod until after October 6th.  I reserve the right to change my mind if it becomes a sea of mud, however I think at this point even mud is filled with promise.

Not that activity will stop: the sprinkler system goes in this week and after that new trees will appear and the flower beds will start to take shape. 

In the meantime it is noisy and the cats are piled up on my desk, making work somewhat difficult.  They follow me around whereever ago, happy to have me back, probably also reassured that I am here while strange people are making loud noises around the house.  The noise disrupts my chain of thoughts as well, and it is a better day for general busywork than for activities that require focus.