Ode to Bobcats, and the men who drive them

For any of you who have visited the dangerous and untamed mole and rock retreat that was once our backyard- you are in for a little visual shock. Our bishop/landscaper came over the other day and braved the disgusting conditions to transform our hideous and seemingly hopeless jumble of random crap into a beautiful flat plane.


When he finished I came out and exclaimed, "WOW!! It is incredible!"
He, a professional landscaper, looked at me pitifully and replied, "Well, I don't know if I would say incredible, but at least it is an improvement."
I tried to describe our dread each day as we looked out over the daunting task, knowing that soon the rain would subside- and at that point we would be left with no excuse for doing nothing about the eyesore. Truly, to us, the transformation was nothing short of miraculous.
He laughed, "Yeah, when I got here this morning I was searching for any possible excuse that this wouldn't work because I really didn't want to do it. I hoped maybe the bobcat wouldn't fit."
Well- lucky for us, it did fit. And now all of our wildest dreams have come true.