If you're lucky enough to be Irish . . .

You're lucky enough! St. Patrick's Day -
drove over at lunch time to see what's going on. The dirt mover is pushing "new" dirt around where the house will be. When I pull up, the guy comes over, holding some crusty old horse shoes. No kidding - they were dug up when the tree guys were doing their work. How lucky is that? Brought them home in the back of the Smart - we'll find a place for them in the new house. Our neighborhood, just 5 miles west of downtown Houston, used to be farmland in the late 1800's. For a short time during WWI, a basic training facility, Camp Logan, was established. Maybe the shoes came from there!

The new dirt is a lovely rich brown color.

Old dirt has been pushed to the back of the lot. A dump truck showed up to haul away the old dirt. It's that ugly gray stuff.

Spring has arrived and the redbud trees are showing off. Here's one from the esplanade nearby.