More progress is being made!
The excavation crew (the “crew” being made up, really, of one very nice man in a big excavator) had to pull the 100-year-old laurel that was growing at the corner of the driveway. He and our builder said it had to go, and the driveway had to be widened temporarily, otherwise the truck bringing the roof trusses wouldn’t be able to get in.
We were a little sad to see the laurel go, if only because of it’s age and great height. I’d never seen one as big before, though I’ve seen plenty of laurels in my day. And something I just absolutely hate, especially when people are building houses and subdivisions, is the unnecessary felling of mature trees.
The crew was adamant that there was no other way. The truss truck is too heavy to go through the still-soggy pasture, and it couldn’t make the tight corner of the driveway if we left the laurel where it was. And, if I’m going to be honest here, Jasper and I don’t actually like laurels. They’re big and messy and so much work to maintain. So, in the end, it didn’t take much for us to agree to the plan.
Plus, with it gone we now have a much larger and nicer view in the front. Holla!
As well as all that driveway work, the outline of the house has been staked out, dug out, leveled with gravel and readied for the foundation. If I could tell you more about what the process was like I would, but we left in the morning after staking the house out, and when we came back the next day it was done!
And now, the next step is … to wait.
We have to get the final bank approval before any construction can start. The appraisal was done a week and a half ago, and it was supposed to be turned into the bank on the 17th, but of course it wasn’t. The people of the banking world do not move half so fast as one man on an excavator.
Walking up the newly scraped and widened driveway to the freshly graveled outline of the house, salvaged pieces of the old shed stacked hither and yon around us, it occurred to me that we’ve been an utter force of destruction around this farm lately. Burning things down; taking things apart; pulling things out by the roots.
Rather opposite of our end goal. Connectedness to the place and whatnot.
But I also, honestly, feel good about what we’ve done so far. It does feel like this place is breathing again. Like we’ve gotten rid of the old ghosts in the corners. I like to think that maybe we’re not so much destroying things as we are pruning them. It seems counter-intuitive, but it’s so necessary for new growth.