I don’t know how to take care of a gravel driveway. I’m sure there’s an intricate ritual for its upkeep known to all country folk. But no one’s letting me in on the secret. I imagine there must be truck loads of gravel, shovels, rakes, and lots of dust involved, and I’m really not into that scene. Dust makes me sneeze.
It’s okay that I don’t know what to do because I really don’t want to do it, anyhow. Whatever it is. I like how the grass and weeds are growing up in the middle of the driveway and turning it into an old country road like in Anne of Green Gables — the “White Way of Light.” And the bunnies like it too. They like to eat that grass and those weeds. They like to sit in the middle of the driveway and have their breakfast until I hop out of the truck and dance about waving my arms and cackling, “Booga booga booga!.”
I know the farmers would look at our raggedy driveway and shake their heads and rant about city folk and their strange ways. I know eventually I’ll be dodging ruts and holes. I also know I don’t really care.
Well, nice of you to move the bunnies out of the way! Even if they do think it’s just funny and bounce away giggling
I actually started to formulate a post about grading the driveway and about how much a dump truck full of gravel will cover, but then I finished reading and realized you didn’t need to know. Heh. You are gonna need some sort of 4 wheel drive to make it up and down the driveway in the snow anyways, so it’ll help get you over the ruts and bumps that will eventually form.
Oh, and remember, my parents don’t mind a call if you need advice about anything farm related.
Yay! Bunnies! Catie loves bunnies; they are the only animals she really enjoyed on our visit to the city-farm here in Trondheim. Well, she was liking the cow, but as she was leaning against the fence to talk to it, it came over to sniff her and Catie jumped back so fast she fell into a pile of muck. So, after that, petting the bunnies was a great treat. She has to sleep with her bunny every night, too. Not a real one, of course.
Well…after the adventure my mom and I had yesterday on a “crazy country road,” I’ll slightly change my statement about not caring. I don’t want the driveway to go totally to pot, but I’m not interested in it being anywhere near perfect. So, hold on to that post you were formulate ’cause I’ll probably need it eventually.
Cows have never held that much interest for me. Bunnies are much better, for sure. Maybe one day when Catie is reallllllllllllly old (like 10 or 12), she could have a bunny or two of her very own.
I think the outdoor bunnies have been communicating with the indoor bunnies and have been told about the wonders of papaya treats. I think the outdoor bunnies sit in the middle of the driveway waiting for me in hopes I’ll bring them some of the treats. Silly outdoor bunnies! Papaya treats are for indoor bunnies!