Not Quite as Pretty as Wildflowers

This morning, I awoke to my cell phone ringing at 8:00. (Yes, now that my norskkurs is done until August, I have been a lazy, lazy sloth. Sleeping in, reading out in the yard with a cold drink, rough life, right?) Anyway, it was Kevin on the phone, informing me that men with a dumptruck and a backhoe were on their way over to dig up our oil tank and replace it with a new one. I was not pleased with the timing--friends from the U.S. are coming here on Monday, and I really felt that they would have enjoyed our freshly mown lawn and field of wildflowers a bit more than the muddy pit and mound of dirt which presently dominate our yard. Oh well, that big orange backhoe is rather fetching, don't you think?