I never met a rock I didn't like. My son and daughter will testify that in their younger days when a rock on the side of the road caught my eye, I would stop and toss it in the trunk of the car. Oh, what an embarrassment their old man was.
When a neighbor asked if I was interested in some boulders he was digging up on his property, I jumped at the offer. It took both our tractors to haul them over to my place.
I wanted to plant something special around them, and today the perfect plants dropped in my lap. Our friends from church, Bob and Suzie, knew how much I admired the wildflowers in their beautiful log cabin compound, and out of the blue Suzie showered me with three celandine poppies and a healthy viburnum. I planted them in the little shade garden near the road where the boulders stand sentinel.
In photo, granddaughter Keaton inspects our afternoon handiwork.
Rocks, plants from friends and a beautiful granddaughter, three of my favorite things.
Do you remember the old chimney you bought? I remember shuttling rocks to and fro.
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