On my way home from work today the clouds opened up and rain fell and rain fell hard. I pulled the car into the garage. I shut the windows and wiped up the rain that came in the house. Then I went out to the street to get the mail and the garbage bin. Rain had collected in my driveway. A couple spots were so keep my ankles were submerged. That brought back a memory of Offspring #2 asking, during rain storms, if she could swim in the driveway. I always said yes so she would don her bathing suit and swim in the driveway puddles. She enjoyed the puddles. I enjoy the puddles too. I have lived her more than 25 years. Several times I have paid to have class five gravel added to the driveway. I could have had the driveway improved with cement or asphalt or brick but I never did. I prefer the gravel. Sometimes I have to mow the center strip because grass and plantain grow between the tire tracks. Shoveling the snow on a gravel driveway can be difficult. But I still like the gravel. I like the fact that when the rain falls on my property it soaks into the ground instead of running off down the street and into the Rum River. I like the fact that the rain on my driveway soaks down into the aquifer eventually. Owning property means making a series of choices. Some of the choices I have made turned out well and others didn't. I am glad I chose to keep the gravel driveway.
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