I took a hurried glance out the window and snuggled back down only to hear the doorbell ring. I'm wondering why would anyone make a delivery that time of morning? The load of bricks came from North Carolina, so in the scheme of things I was lucky. I wonder what time he get's up?!
With the exception of the flower beds, our backyard and part of the front yard are totally destroyed. Heavy rains + mole damage + 3 super-duty forklifts = ruts and holes.
This afternoon I had a two patient and helpful assistants. Mr. 1000 was my photo assistant and his brother "Big D" was my packing assistant. Even though my batteries died as soon as I snapped the first photo, he returned to hold the gladiola which is taller than him.
(I took these with the flash on. The color was so washed out. They're more red-orange than orange-red.)