Trench Warfare

I am thankful I don’t have little boys that live at my house for it is the perfect place to play war. I have a full on World War I like trench that runs the length of my driveway and wraps around my house. I have a backhoe parked at the end of my drive way begging for a little boy to climb on it. I have shovels and pick axes and tools strewn about. Large sections of old cast iron pipe are lying like dead soldiers on top of mountains of dirt. Plastic covers hills to protect them from the elements, but why protect dirt? PVC pipe criss crosses the trenches perfect for battalions of green army men to traverse.
This battle site that used to be my driveway, walkway and yard looks more like Kosovo than Hope Valley. How quickly destruction can change the landscape.

The good news is I was only without water ten hours today and now it is back on. The better news is that I have a fully functional PVC sewer line with no less than three clean out traps. The bad news is that because it is Good Friday no plumbing inspectors are working so my trench must remain open until an inspector shows up, hopefully first thing Monday. Then the rebuilding can begin.
Please pray for dry weather. Also, that no young boys discover the excitement that is my side yard. I am hoping that wildlife don’t run through and fall in the trench. That last thing I want is a deer with a broken leg screaming outside my bedroom window.  
I am very thankful that I won’t have five workmen at my house first thing in the morning. I have come to appreciate jack hammer free mornings, and water, but not in that order.