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Bret Bevens, PDT Sports Writer

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Every landscaper’s day must have a beginning and an end. It usually goes from “see” to “can’t see”. Many of my days conclude at this spot. As I gaze over the lower pond, watching the full moon rise over the upper pond, I’m listening to the bullfrogs singing the LONE RANGER’S theme song – “ to the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump.”

Any contractor, who performs services for others usually ends up with trash, and every contractor has to have somewhere to take it. This is mine. This is my version of Dudley Rumpke’s Landfill. Over the years, it’s been a collection of soil, rock, trees, brush, and stumps. In the past, I had to burn the brush, but now we’re all going green, and several places take the brush to recycle it into chips or landscape mulch. This makes us all feel better.

I take the brush to others, recycle, and bring rock and soil here to fill in this ravine and seed it. This works for everyone.

With the full moon and frogs singing, and a vivid imagination, I suppose maybe only a landscaper could call this a “magic moment.” It’s at a moment like this that I realize what most days are about – beating the rain. That’s the driving force and the carrot that most landscapers chase. You try to plan all your activities and access around dry ground, and you hope it will rain and water it as soon as you leave.

It’s times like this that John Denver comes to mind – “Hey, it’s good to be back home again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend. Hey, it’s good to be back home, again.” Well that’s enough trash talk. I’ll go on home, lay down, and tomorrow, the whole thing starts all over, again.

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