New house, new yard, new dirt... new rocks.
I thought the soil was poor at our last residence. Um, shut my mouth.
This "yard" I have now looks like a moonscape. You can't get a shovel to sink more than half an inch before hitting a rock. In an effort to turn a negative into a positive, I decided the "parking strip" (where a car is not parked on, but next to) into a "xeriscaped space" (where nothing but weeds and rocks grow).
After a beautiful day in which I scraped, picked, raked, and more or less killed my knees, I had a place for the copious rocks the kids will be digging out of their "garden plots". My youngest decided to help out one morning before heading to kindergarten. I watched him from the house.
Pulling a wagon, looking for rocks to put in it...
...this one looks good. URRGH!
Pulling a wagon, looking for lighter rocks to put in it....
Excuse me, jingle coming on..."Like a rock! I was strong as I could be..Like a rock!" My apologies to whatever truck company that shall remain nameless.
To Be Continued.