We repeated our walk through the new section and across the golf course this morning. The first thing we saw when we went out the front door was a dump truck dumping dirt in the lot next door. (Can it be called next door when it does not have a door?) They ended up dumping nine dump-truck loads.
The lot at the end of the new street is a more-or-less pie shape that ends in a really sharp point behind our house.
When the new neighbors move in, this will be their view of our house.
We sat outside and watched the moon rise over the distant trees.
I may have posted more moon pictures than anyone wants to see.