It's that time of year again, folks.
Time to get out there and find the orange.
It's one of my favorite things to do.
In full disclosure, I actually found this orange while on one of my inexplicable blog breaks. I took it along the country commute that lies between me and every place I need to be. Usually, I need to be there pretty quickly, too.
Was it worth the delay to stop that day and notice the orange?
Yes, it was.
It was worth it in more ways than one, too. Not long after I took that photo, they began to clear cut that entire little forest. Today, it's nothing more than gravel and some weeds. I won't depress you with the evidence.
And then, we had this orange sighting.
OK, it's an old one too...
These are the Bradford pears that line our street. It's a good thing I have stopped to enjoy them every other year because they will never look that lovely again.
Between the ice storm, some sort of pear tree blight, and old age, we lost more than half of the pear trees in the neighborhood this summer. Ours was the first to go, too. It nearly broke my heart. What was once a beautiful canopy road now looks more like a random bunch of umbrellas.
As if the pear trees were not enough...
Today, I found this orange.
I'm not so jazzed about this orange, but I took a picture anyway.
In case you can't tell, this would be the little orange trail left by the power company. It shows where the electric lines are buried. We're all schmancy in our neighborhood, you see. We have things like buried power lines.
Too bad we don't have things like buried sewer lines.
No, this little country neighborhood has septic tanks instead. And do you know where septic tanks are installed when the back yard is a piney stick forest?
And that's exactly where the big, ugly backhoe is going to go, too.
That's why we needed to find the orange.
Monday morning, Mr. Backhoe Man will dig two, big trenches out there so a new drain line can go into that septic tank. (Or does it go out of the septic tank? ) I'm not ashamed to admit that I haven't the first clue how septic systems work.
I only know when they aren't working, and even after major repairs in the spring, ours is not. Apparently, the drain line has been snuffed out by a gang of malicious pine roots and their gun moll named Myrtle.
Myrtle will be going the way of the pear trees and taking half my front lawn along with her.
By this time Monday (weather permitting) I'll be the proud owner of a bald lawn and a balder bank account. We really had no choice... considering the alternative.
On the upside, I'm also the owner of four toilets, without which we would not need a septic system at all. That being the case, I'm pretty sure this qualifies as the ultimate First World Problem.
Time to put on the big girl pants and deal with it.
Of course, since I tend to deal so much better with the help of a hot beverage, I'll be taking this half full cup of mine out for a drive to find something orange.
If you have any suggestions for regrowing a lawn in the autumn,
now would be the time to share them.