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.
WOW. You are rich with rocks.
ReplyDeleteI often say we are rich with sticks and mud, but now that I think of it, I think we may have some of those rock-treasures lying about (and below) as well.
wowza.
ReplyDeleteSO NOT COOL.
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ReplyDeleteOne benefit to all the rocks is that you can line your flower beds easily! Walkways! Walls! Build a little house!
If only I had more energy.