Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Breaking Ground, Kinda

Remember our cabin dream? Looks like the excavators will be breaking ground very soon--sometime in the next two weeks, if the city approves the plans.  I've been surfing Houzz for ideas, scouring the auctions for furnishings--and dreaming of Christmas in the mountains.

One day, this secluded section of Arizona will cradle all of my babies and their babies, and this place will be the memory keeper for our family.

To say that I'm excited--that doesn't even describe it.

Although the excavators will clear most of the land, Brad and I wanted our kids to love this property as much as we do, and one way to love something is to work on it.

They were excited to go north, but the work aspect of the trip wasn't their favorite.

After Dad cut the underbrush, we filled the back of the truck and drove it down to the road where the city would take it away.

Lily and Micah worked hard the entire time--clipping and hauling branches, moving logs to the woodpile (wood that will stoke our fireplace--sounds so Little House on the Prairie).

Hyrum mostly helped, but bugs are distracting, and tummies get rumbly.

Eve was the least helpful of all. That girl! I have to remind myself that she's four and can't be expected to work as hard as everyone else.

No matter how many times she was told otherwise, she decided the most important job for her was raking up dirt.

In the end, I let her sit in her pink chair with her Cheetos and water while we loaded. It was better for everyone that way.

Brad even chopped down a few big trees, just for excitement.
 Hyrum is helping. Can you see his blue cap?
 They were pushing and grunting and yelling. The tree was creaking and cracking.  It was noisy.  What was Eve doing? you may be wondering.

Oblivious. Completely oblivious.
 Singing a song. Drawing in the dirt. And a 20-foot tree was toppling just five feet behind her.
 Never looked up. Even when it crashed to the ground.

Five times we filled up the truck. Five times we drove it to the road and unloaded manzanita, juniper, and pine.

Five times we drove back up the hill.  When we left, we could see a noticeably clearer place at the top of the hill.
It doesn't look like much yet, but soon the real workers will be there to do the real work.

And my little cadre of workers added their efforts to make it happen.