If there is a more exciting sound than the hiss of air brakes in one‘s driveway on a spring morning, well, I don’t know what it is.
The sound catapulted me out of the shed where I was busy organizing my tools, trellises, containers and other such things.
My truckload of soil had arrived!
It was all I could do not to hug the driver and dance around the driveway with him for a bit, but Covid 19 and, well, not wanting to scare him off from making any such deliveries in the future.
Instead I settled for politely waving from the porch like a grown up and then doing a happy walk around the pile after he left.
There is nothing like fresh soil to get one’s dreams (and wheelbarrow) rolling!