I find beauty in rocks…up to a point.
After several days of raking, digging, dumping and then finding even more rocks, they have lost their appeal. Right now, the swath of dirt that is my front yard has lots of piles like this one. I’ve resorted to dumping them in the woods.
Rocks are heavy, I might add.
A view of the front yard. This expanse of dirt also curves around the house and up to the septic tank:
Occasionally, I see some hardy tufts of grass. (Maybe a miracle will occur overnight and this grass will multiply!)
But mostly, I see dirt. And rocks. And more where that came from.
This is what’s left of my dear Weeping Willow. This photo is deceiving because the trunk is really massive.
Oh, yes, let’s add wood chips to the mess in the front yard and on the driveway.
And tire treads.
I have no idea how I am going to level all this and get it seeded, but I will. And I’ve finally managed to persuade Don to pitch in. I feel more of a sense of urgency than he does since I will be leaving for Hartford three weeks from today.
The garden? I haven’t even begun to start cleaning it up.
The weather has been glorious. Yesterday it was in the 70’s here and beautiful. And I take heart when I see signs of spring.
New growth on a rose bush.
A tulip showing its new leaves.
But I still can’t get used to this empty space in front of the house.
There should be a big old weeping willow shading the porch, hiding us from the traffic on the road, branches moving gracefully in the breeze.
Ah well. More rock work is on the docket for today.
The winner of a copy of The Dispatcher is comment number 18 – Zooperson. I don’t have your email address so please send me an email with your shipping address and I will forward it on to TLC Book Reviews.
A new scarf is in the Etsy shop in that shade of springy green. And there will be another one listed tomorrow in a lovely shade of taupe.
Have a wonderful Monday.