Whew, Dallas and Ann, I think that these rocks were born and bred Canadian (hee, hee). I honestly have no clue about their origin, none whatsoever. I only know they come from the earth where I want to plant plants, and they are in the way. I have been collecting special rocks. These are rocks that range from about 1/2 inch to about 3 inches, deep green in colour. When they are wet, they are beauties, when they dry out, they are mundane. But I am collecting these particular types, and they will one day make a beautiful display of deep green rocks, varying actually from deepest of green to a mid green colour. When I see them in the soil, they stand out like nothing on this earth, and they are easy to gather. So.....off to the land of rock digging and hucking, getting pretty close to the end of my project. Today I planted some of the garlic, in the now, tiered landscape, tomorrow I will plant more.
We are nearing the full moon, and for the past two days the skies have been clear, the nights quite cold, -3 C last night. darn near froze my butt off with my Sister today, reducing the size of the chicken pen to keep these girls and boys more warm. She is the builder, I am the joe boy. I turn over the chicken pen soil, while she builds and gives me orders of what she needs me to do :evil: :roll: ;) :)
She makes me do work that I can't stand, and that is any type of building, I like to work the earth, not build dumb structures. Thank goodness we love each other and work the land, both doing the things that the other hates to do, holy carumba, a ramblin' we shall go. Have a wonderful and great day, great life, great health. Cindi
Ann, maybe one day you will see all the stuff at my place that I am doing, and maybe one day I will see all the stuff you are doing at your place, I think that we are cyber-connected, hee, hee, :) :) :) C.