In February of last year, after two huge snowstorms created a ridiculous bowl of mud and muck in and around my house, I wrote about it. That post is here.
It is now a year later, and things are even worse. Where last year there was some gravel on the driveway, it is now without even a good handful of pebbles. Five months of construction traffic has seen to the removal of the gravel, and the creation of a good many muddy ruts where previously there was hardpacked dirt or grass.
It seems no driver of large vehicles gets the whole "lots of rain and snow, soft ground" thing, and we are always watching folks call larger trucks in to pull them out of their predicament. Today's example was the spot-o-pot man, who for whatever reason, felt he must drive his truck right up next to the "necessary", rather than unspool the hose from the truck. He was unable to extricate himself, but two locals finishing up a goose hunt happened to have chains and a big pick-em-up truck and pulled the hapless fellow out.
We are holding off on the necessary improvements until after the construction job ends--the Kitten's got a great plan that will someday end my mud worries. But all in all, I don't think we adequately considered just how destructive the job of making our house beautiful would be.