This morning’s pasture view included, way off behind the trees, the red and yellow shapes of heavy machines sent to demolish the old swimming pool. Beneath the plastic liner, the pool had surprised us with its fortress-like quality—too much concrete for our mini-excavator that so gorgeously annihilated the pool house. So here were the big guns.
It was a balmy November Monday. I walked through the old boys’ pasture, where Otter was clearly enjoying the mud:
Grappa, of course, was transfixed by the demolition work, in his signature bright-eyed manner:
These jumbo machines made quick work of the job. Goodbye, pool. Hello, lawn. Things are looking up around here!
