Rocks
It looks like we’re trying to create an elaborate canal system in our backyard, but really, we’re just having our sprinkler system retrofitted to our new landscaping plan. Originally, we thought we might try to do it ourselves. We later came to our senses, as we decided it was better to be sure the sprinkler system worked correctly and that it was worth it to pay someone who did this all the time. Boy were we right! Just watching the guys maneuver around the yard with the ditch witch makes me grateful we didn’t try.
But what is most amazing to me is the amount of rock they unearth (and it's not like they are digging more than 12 inches down). I knew quite a bit of rock lay just beneath the surface based upon my personal experience digging up our front beds. But holy cow! We’re on a stinkin’ quarry. My mom suggested lining our beds with them. I thought it was a cool idea, but was sure we’d never have enough to make it all the way around. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I think we have enough rock to build a retaining wall or a whole new addition onto our house. Okay, okay, I exaggerate...but only a little. Check out the pictures and see what I mean. 
For size comparison, look at our 75 lb lab next to the tub.
Between these two buckets, we collected most of the obvious rocks from about 1/4 of our yard.
This is one of the largest rocks we found so far. Use the bricks for size comparison.
Now if I were LL or Charity, I could probably come up with some deeper application to my life and spit it out here:______________. But since I’m not, all you get is a quirky story and some pictures of rocks. Happy Friday!
4 comments:
Oh, Spaghetti Pie, you are too funny. Yes, I suppose I'm always looking for the story inside the story. But, you know, sometimes (like when we listened to Lake Woebegone last night) the story stands on its own! And the story behind it needs no active surfacing.
Your story here? Wow, your arms are pretty tired, eh?
Maybe, too, this is the difference between the fiction writer and the non-fiction writer. I've never really been great at fiction.
LL - Yes, that's exactly what I love about your blogs. I aspire to be more aware of the significance around me, but sometimes it's definitely over my head!
Yikes! Dandelions! (I hate dandelions.) I went along the wall at church pulling up the flower heads. It makes me feel good to do that. Somebody in the parking lot saw me, and said they loved them because they add a splash of color to the lawn.
Hmph! You know what else they do? The broadleaves shield the grass underneath from sunlight, leaving ugly brown spots where other weeds, like thistle will grow. That’s fine for a meadow, but front lawns are for walking barefoot. So take that big rock and smash the dandelion. Watch out for the toes.
I know - our yard is infested with dandelions and we're working on killing them all off. It's so hard because our neighbors yard is FULL of them and they don't seem to be trying to manage it. So those pretty little puff balls blow their seeds right into our yard...
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