Our Norwegian Gardeners in Tucson

Signs of industry arrived at the blog by email today in the form of these photographs purporting to prove that there is more going on at the clubhouse this week than golfing, drinking, eating and golfing. In the top photo, Steve appears to have outbid the local labor market for a ditchdigging task intended to divert rainwater away from our neighbor's house and into the street.

It is hard to think of this project as having any kind of a priority since there hasn't been any rain in Tucson for way over 100 days, but Steve must have his reasons for digging it out of the job jar today. Appearances are good but actual photographic results are promised for tomorrow, which is a good thing because all of this could very well have been faked five minutes before a tee time. Trust, but verify.

Meanwhile, Virgil assumed a humble position on his foam kneeler, perhaps sensing divine intervention may be needed to get whatever he is working on to prosper. Or perhaps he's just repairing the ubiquitous Arizona drip system which provides fallback moisture when the heavens don't cooperate. This photo is suspicious as well. Note that the fair-skinned Norwegian isn't wearing a hat. How long do you think he lasted on this job?

All this is speculation, of course. These photographs arrive with virtually no explanation, obviously Steve and Virg trust that the captions will be fair and balanced when they are created by their brother in Shakopee.