I really do!
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don’t you call me, ’cause I can’t go;
I owe my soul to “Custom Stone”.
I actually got only a ton of my favorite variety, moss boulders. I have used this variety all over my yard, I find they blend in pretty well. I am eying a couple of massive ones to be the backbone of my front yard, no lifting these! I will save this endeavor for a cooler time of year.
The moss actually turns green and grows when it rains. Time to start shoveling…now, where is my iced turban! (see earlier post for explanation)
If I can’t plant something, then I shall dig!
Here are a couple of shots with the earth cleared, messing around with bed shapes and curvy pathways.
I deliberately didn’t scrape through the earth as I just know there are some latent Bermuda grass seeds, still lurking and sculking down there, hatching an evil revenge plan.
“A billion seedlings”
….and the rocks go in. Some of these were about as big as I could handle,still a few short, but it is a good start.
and then here we go with the decomposed granite
Metal always works well with the color of the granite, kind of farm-like, silos?
View looking back toward the house. The small round shrub in the distance is a Barbados Cherry. The fruits are considered beneficial to patients with liver ailments, diarrhea and dysentery, as well as those with coughs or colds. The juice may be gargled to relieve sore throat, although I have never tried it.
I will post pics of the finished yellow brick road in my next entry (after I buy some paint). I am thinking that the flagstones I took out from the “transition area” will be better utilized up against the pond.
Other raging show-offs spotted:
In both color and form it is always a crowd pleaser. This plant has been really dependable for the last 4 years, it dies to the ground in winter then quickly hops back up with these amazing jewels.
In 1620 Catholic priests in Peru saw a religious symbolism to this plant. The name ‘passion flower’ is said to derive from a resemblance of the blue passion vine’s flower to the crown of thorns placed on Christ’s head. Others say that the parts of the plant symbolize features of Crucifixion, known as The Passion of Christ
“And before we judge of them too harshly we must remember what ruthless and utter destruction our own species has wrought, not only upon animals, such as the vanished bison and the dodo, but upon its inferior races. The Tasmanians, in spite of their human likeness, were entirely swept out of existence in a war of extermination waged by European immigrants, in the space of fifty years. Are we such apostles of mercy as to complain if the Martians warred in the same spirit?”
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