A Head the Size of the Moon

Every year I trick myself into believing the garden won't have new rocks in it when spring arrives, and every year I'm wrong.

I'm not delusional.  It's a coping mechanism that allows me to approach gardening with fresh enthusiasm each year, kind of like the super-heroic ability we women have to forget how painful natural childbirth is until a few weeks before our due date (or is that just me?).

Anyway, back to our impressive garden.  This year, I unearthed the Crown Jewel, though anybody who'd try to wear the thing is a sucker.  After shoveling for at least half an hour, I called my Dad to ask for his lever-- again-- and after digging it out further, I realized I'd need my husby, too.  He dug most of it out, and now we just have to attach a chain to lug it out of there.  

I think we'll put it up for auction.  There's got to be a greedy queen somewhere with a large enough head to support such a gem.