Over the past weekend, I conquered my “Spring Exposure Syndrome” and spent some glorious time in the garden. I haven’t worn shorts yet, though. They’re in storage in the attic and I’ve been too busy having fun outside to go digging around up there.
One of my projects was to complete a dry stream-bed at the end of our driveway. Last year, I put this in to help redirect the flow of water downhill. On Sunday, I bought some inexpensive bags of river stones and dumped them into place. The next day, I found myself on my hands and knees, arranging individual stones in the exact spot I wanted them. This is crazy, I thought. One good storm or sweep of a rake and they’ll be all over. But I persisted.Read More