Dang Ditches

You might remember my mom's VERY generous wedding present to us when we got married last October - the backhoe. Well it has been a life saver quite a few times through this whole house building process. We have used it to plant trees, install fence posts and re-route all our water piping.

Now it has come to our rescue once again as we dig the trenches to lay the water, gas, electrical and sewer lines to the house. We are relocating the propane tank and the generator to a newly laid pad to the south of the house which will have the solar hot water panels suspended over them.  

Thus we need to trench lines to and from the house to feed the gas, hot water and the poop bipedal organic excrement transit vessel which runs more southwesterly direction.

Of course nature laughs her posterior off at us by placing some honkers of rocks in the way which are going to require renting a jackhammer - AGAIN to get them out.

And even though the backhoe is a lifesaver and does the majority of the heavy lifting, it still requires a little old school action to clear extra debris, smaller rocks and level out the bottom of the trench. Just call me Manual Labor, I feel like Scarlett O'Hara with my blistered laptop adapted fingers.

 "Look at my hands. Mother said you could always tell a lady by her hands." - Gone with the Wind (1939)