One day my husband's sister (Sis) decided that she wanted one of those tractor tire flower planters in her front yard...to cover an old stump. She located a rubber tractor tire somewhere and placed it smack dab in the middle of her front yard. She couldn't plant any flowers in it until she filled it with some good dirt...all she needed was about 5 or 6, five-gallon buckets full of good topsoil or compost.
Instead of making a quick trip to the local garden center for a few bags of soil...she decided she would call the guy who hauls dirt by the truck-load. She asked him how much it would cost for a half a load of dirt and he told her it would cost the same as a full load.
Wanting to get her money's worth, she said she'd take the full load. He cautioned her...that a full dump-truck load of dirt, was a lot of dirt...but she said, "Bring it anyway and dump it in the tire...you can't miss it...it's in the front yard."
Mind you, this guy had a big dump truck and he dumped the dirt right where she had asked him to. Covered with a massive mound of dirt, the tire plantar was buried and wasn't seen for a month. Sis kept the mound covered with a huge tarp to keep the rain from turning her front yard into a giant mud puddle when it rained. She offered free dirt to anyone she saw and if they accepted her gift...she would even help load it into their containers, wheel-barrels, buckets or truck beds.
Sis is 78 years young and in the picture she is helping her brother shovel dirt into containers that are in the back of his jeep.