I suppose I can't write this blog without paying tribute to its namesake. Living on a dirt road is not the same as living on a paved street. It's a love-hate relationship. We put up with a lot - pot holes, washboard ruts, and blowing dust that coats bushes, trees, and windows. Corrosive mud and the embarrasment of constantly being the "brown" vehicle in the parking lot when you distinctly remember buying a red one. It's enough to make you miss asphalt.
But then you come home to a shaded, peaceful lane. The kind that makes you want to take the dog for a long, long walk. A road that invites you to exhale.
You just don't get that with pavement.