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Let's get in real close. Yeah, hover right here so I can get a picture. Rotor wash? What's that?
What if we're being punked? It could be a regular cleanup situation at a random apartment. And then I looked closer at the patches of dirt and started getting depressed.
To alleviate the depression I thought of ways to fix it. You could fill in the patches with sod and they'd be torn up, peed and pooped on by dogs, worn out again in a week. It is an area where shortcuts to and fro trump landscaping. But if you did then given the apartment steps, must be a path in the shape of an X in each dirt patch. That leaves only 4 tiny triangles to pack some ground cover exceedingly sturdy.
It reminded me of Tamerisk in Breckenridge. The place was new. We just bought the place on the first floor from a ghoul we called Uncle Brad who lived on the third floor in either two or three condos connected. We trod back and forth from the parking lot through the snow between a tight copse of Aspen ignoring the sidewalks apparently set for people going somewhere else we were accosted by a creaky old ancient straight off American Gothic bundled to look like Mr. Green Jeans and with some implement in his hands. He addressed us directly, "Does this look like a good place for a path?"
He surprised us. Actually, it would be a good place for a path. Why deny it? So we both said, yes. Thinking ourselves something of a couple of smart asses.
In the short time it took us to return a path had been established in white stones. It was a sincere question. He was an avid caretaker, eager to meet the needs of the buyers and he had only just started.
