What is that noise?

For several weeks, I have awoke to the sounds of construction around my house. No, Dad has not started another project - even though it looks like he will soon. Much to my parent's happiness (note the sarcasm), yet another subdivision is being built around us. But this time instead of houses, Fourplexes are being put in according to the local rumor. So far, they've been moving the dirt around, but making a lot of noise during the week and providing ATV riders a place to play on the weekends.


But then last week, we found out the road in front of our house was going to become a three lane road - a turning lane in the middle - all the way from Running Horse to Fourth Street. They were starting down at the creek and working up to Running Horse, then coming from the creek to the hill at our driveway. They plan on cutting our hill down about five feet. Thankfully, our yard is big enough losing 20 feet or so won't be that bad. Even more, we won't loose any of our trees. But our neighbors across the street weren't so lucky. They had an evergreen tree right by the road that was probably planted before Gramps was born. It always reminded me of one that would be decorated at the White House or something, because it was so perfectly shaped. One day last week when Mom and I drove home from work/daycare, it was just gone. Mom and I both almost shed a tear, and Mom wished she had a photo of the large beautiful tree.

I know development is good, but why do they have to cut down all the wonderful trees?

So this morning, we woke up to find our road has been officially shut down. We have to detour through the subdivision across the street to get into town. I'll keep you updated on the construction...
Funny side note, around lunchtime, my mom opened the front door to let Turk and Ophelia out bathroom. She was shocked to find a couple Mack trucks parked IN THE YARD and about five to seven workers sitting in the shade of the trees eating lunch! Luckily, Mom was able to corral the dogs and quickly manuever them to the backyard. I wonder if the workers will still pick our yard to eat lunch tomorrow knowing these two big dogs are waiting for them?