Getting Down and Dirty

We have water. It was not easy, it was hard, HOT work. But, the marvelous team of M and Big Orange did it again.

Let me tell you real quick how Big Orange got his name. It was way back when he was still new and we only had 1 GrandGirlie instead of 3. It was when #1 GrandGirlie looked more like this


than this.


She didn't talk a whole lot yet and we listened very carefully when she did because everything she said was delivered with a serious intent for you to not just listen to her but obey her as well. She walked up to Papa's tractor one day, looked it up and down and very seriously said, "Big." She paused, looked it up and down again and said "Awunch."

Big Orange. So it has been to me every since. Papa still thinks it's a tractor.

Back to the hard work of getting water up to the House on the Hill. The water main is all the way down the hill at the very bottom. Right off our little country road. So M and Big Orange had to do this when it decided to be HOT this last weekend.




All the way down the hill. It took him 2 days and it was HOT. It looked like this when he was through. I know, my shadow should not be in the pic.




Then he and J glued 10' sections of PVC pipe together with little connectors and layed it in the trench. Did I mention that it was HOT. We had bought 400' of pipe in 10' sections. He used it all. And drank several gallons of iced tea.

I think in some other world, there are actually people who pay other people to have things like this done for them. Not us, nope we are self sufficient to the max. It still looks like this too.



My life is all about red dirt. Red dirt and 2 men. Red dirt and 2 men that wear workboots. Red dirt, 2 men that wear workboots and 5 dogs. Red dirt. Everywhere. At the House on the Hill.