Celeste called first thing yesterday morning to give us the word that she had finally wrested a building permit away from the county. With no further questions or issues forthcoming from the planners, zoners or health department, she packed a lunch and went to the county office early Friday morning and took a number. Hers was #57.
Late in the afternoon Celeste emerged, permit in hand, tired like a person gets from sitting and waiting all day when you have a world of work back at the office. What a woman!
Ron came over to our place mid-day with Mr. Harvey Godwin, the bulldozer man. Harvey will be back this morning with his machine to blade off and smooth the area so that footings can be poured on Wednesday.
Buck and I did our dance of joy, and then realized that two rose bushes, a small cedar tree and a world of thriving junipers were right in the path of progress. We spent some time with shovels yesterday afternoon before dark digging up the plants. Buck put the disk on his old Case tractor and made some nice furrows in the rich earth out back where the plants can rest undisturbed for awhile, and we moved them. The ground where he had cut through with the disk was damp, soft and sweet smelling. I didn’t wear gloves, as usual, but just kneeled down in it to cover up roots as we rested the plants there.
I stood on one foot like a flamingo by the bed last night. It was past midnight and I needed to go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day. Finally, grinning, I told Buck that I know sleep is essential, so we’ll have energy for the tasks ahead, but it seems like a waste of time when there are so many exciting things I could be doing if I didn’t have to sleep!