The Boston Creeper

The township road super runs a rather tight yard. Clean, neat, shipshape.

The salt barn, for instance.  Last year's left over salt in the first bay, some rolled up snow fence.  Some catch basin thingies.  The snow plow blades for the two trucks are in the middle bay.  Take my word, it is equally neat behind the grey door.  A wall of shelving; rows of fanny numbing metal folding chairs.  The floor probably is swept.

The parking lot is swept once a year for Memorial Day.  Every year I've been here the super had Buckeye Sweeping do the yard and all the roads.  This year just the yard was swept.  By hand, by the super.  "Sequestered," he said.

There are bins for road "stuff".  Some gravel, in case of a wash out in a ditch.  There's another bin, just to the left.  It's to the top with back fill that will come in handy for those potholes that spring up in the road right of way at the intersection of township and county roads.

Yes, the road super who rescues sunflowers let another plant in. The squash (?) that owns the back fill bin.  Apparently out in search of a mate all these months.

PS--the fence is not broken.  Those are spare pickets, just in case.