The demolition has commenced...a.k.a. "A bedtime story on Le Farm"...

Once upon a time, 144 years ago, a very skilled stone mason built a set of eight steps leading to the back door of a completely and utterly lovely southern home.  And, they served the family well for generations. Well worn by family, friends, farm workers
and a stray dog or two, these steps were built to last.

Until, one beautifully sunny southern day, the eight skillfully built cement steps became,

Eight slightly uneven, skillfully built cement steps...which became,

Eight slightly uneven, cracked, skillfully built cement steps...which became,

Eight slightly uneven, cracked, fire ant infested, skillfully built cement steps...which became,

Eight slightly uneven, cracked, fire ant infested, slippery-when-wet, skillfully built 

cement steps...which became,

Eight slightly uneven, cracked, fire ant infested, slippery-when-wet, unsafe high heel 

teetering, skillfully built cement steps...which became,

A broken back, both legs and arms broken, a cracked hip or two, humongous hazard 

just waiting to happen...to me.

(Ok...maybe not both arms and legs, but believe me, I've caught myself from a classic cartoon banana peel, both legs-in-the-air fall, saving a bottle of wine from crashing to smithereens on these very steps!)

I have also missed the door knob and saved myself from a flat out back dive,

And that was not pretty in the least...SO,
 as much as I hate having to start this project,
the demolition has commenced.

The moral of this story...

Nothing lasts forever.

Goodnight.
Sweet dreams...