It continued by fits and starts, and the builders and I would all decide it must surely be over, only to have the scenario start up again a few days later: trucks rumbling up and down the driveway, carrying in and dumping loads of dirt. However it now appears that the fill-train has finally stopped.
It’s hard to explain how much fill I have.
There is a long double row of two dozen loads along the road to the pond. Someday, when I can afford a bulldozer and operator, I will be able to bring up the grade and start to make that wasteland useful. Another load was dropped in the back field near a bumpy swale where Allen buried rocks and stumps long ago. Someday perhaps I will be able to mow that gullied corner!
About ten loads were dumped by the house.
When I hire an excavating crew to re-sculpt the land around the basement, this fill will help bring up the grade of the front lawn.
I could never have afforded to buy so much fill. I am rich in dirt!
I am so lucky and so very grateful. Thank you, Alison!