Last week, just after Philip got home and we were beginning the dinner process, a truck with all the accoutrements of construction came down our driveway. A man walked up to our door, and as I met him on the porch in my bare feet, he said, “Do you all want some asphalt crumble?”
I’m sure my face looked puzzled because when I hear crumble, I think dessert! I couldn’t quite compute how asphalt became edible, but I knew better than to say so. So I called Philip. “Do we want asphalt crumble?”
My savvy husband said, “Yes, Yes we do.” And he proceeded to give the man direction on where to dump it.
About then, I realized they were talking about the tailings from the rumble strips they were putting into the middle of the road at the end of our driveway. Now, it made sense.
This is how we have a big pile of double-yellow-line tinted asphalt in our driveway. And every time I see it, I get giddy because gravel is expensive, y’all, and when you have a quarter-mile of driveway plus a barn that is graveled all the way around and a parking area by your farm stand, it’s no small thing to get a HUGE load of free gravel.
Plus, now we have a tractor to spread the stuff, which makes it all gift and almost no burden. And we are keeping a pile of tar-caked mess to end up who knows where. All goodness.
Life still feels overwhelming as we continue to adjust to life with the most joyful and cutest baby on the planet, but sometimes gifts of grace come in really unexpected places.
May you get unexpected gifts that you didn’t even know to ask for this week, friends, and may they give you joy.