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I can’t swear that crossing our fingers brought the desired result, but we got what we wished. First, they started delivering truckloads of dirt. They came from the right.

They came from the left.

Then they started spreading the dirt so they could bring more loads.

The skid-steer driver employed mad skills, rapidly maneuvering forward and back while moving the bucket with a surprisingly light touch to tap, grade, scoop, and scrape dirt into submission. The knowledge and abilities he demonstrated served to emphatically confirm our belief that hiring professionals for this work would be smarter than trying to somehow do it ourselves

Even if I was able to rent a skid steer and learn how to operate it, I could never come close to achieving what this guy did.

In order to get it all done in one day, he did leave a fair amount of finishing work for us to do ourselves but I’m okay with that. In one afternoon he brought us a heck of a lot closer to the goal we have in mind.

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The driveway is a mess and there are a fair number of big rocks we need to pick up. It will be a challenge to turn all that new dirt into a carpet of healthy grass blades. But the problem of that sharp drop-off has been remedied and is now behind us. We are happy to be able to move on to making everything look nice.

We can start on that after Labor Day weekend. We are heading to the lake today. The dirt will still be here when we return.

Just when I thought the last load of dirt had been delivered, the decision was made to fix the ruts in the drainage swale by simply adding dirt where it was most needed.

They felt it was the least disruptive and the rest of the swale didn’t warrant being dug up to gain so little improvement. I was not about to argue with that logic.

I’m going to cross my fingers for luck that we can turn all that dirt into grass blades (and NOT weeds) swiftly and successfully. Look at me dreaming big!

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