It's an excavator, Mom.

When we moved out to Skiatook, we chose this spot for it's close proximity to downtown Tulsa, affordable land, and the fact that there were several ponds on the property.  My favorite pond, a little small one in front of our house, always looked so pretty to me.  Yeah, there was lots of old brush around it that needed to be cleared, but the lily pads in the spring/summer always made it look nice and when it snowed or iced over, I thought it looked so pretty.  I could imagine the kids fishing around it and kept thinking how nice that would be if we ever got around to actually clearing the banks. 

Then, one day, I was looking out of my window at my "pond" and I saw a little bird with long legs right at the edge.  That little bird proceeded to walk out away from the edge, toward the middle, past the middle, and to the other side.  Oh my.  That is a huge mud puddle.  That is not a picturesque pond at all.   

So, we are making the most of the drought that has caused our once beautiful mud puddle to dry up and become a large, unsightly mud hole.  We are having it cleared of the brush, dug out, new dam, new banks, the whole nine yards.  With any luck and lots of grass seed to repair the area around it, maybe it will be the pretty little pond I kind of thought we were getting in the first place seven years ago!

Will could not be happier these past few days.  There have been dump trucks, excavators, bulldozers, etc. out here....all day!  He has been standing at the edge of our driveway, staring in amazement as he watched this whole process.  He could not believe all of these trucks were at HIS HOUSE!  He must be the luckiest kid on the planet.  I kept saying...."look at that bulldozer, Will".  "Can you believe how much dirt it is moving?"  To which he replied, "Mom, that's an excavator." 

Pardon me.  It certainly is.  I stand corrected.  What do I know about these things...I'm just a girl. 

Now, if we can just have a little rain, please.  Need to fill my mud hole.