When it comes to my borders, I think I'm finding out why the previous owners just hauled in landscape rock and dotted hostas here and there.
Anybody wanna see my new rock collection? Anybody wanna add to theirs? I've got plenty. Little ones, middle-sized ones, and great big breadloaf-sized ones. Just stick in your spade six inches or so and you'll find 'em, just waiting for you to dig them out!
And I wish you would come over to my house and dig them out. I spent a couple hours last evening and a couple hours more today, and if I've got that new East Border bed one-eighth free of the kind of stones plants mortally stub their toes on, I'm doing better than I think I am.
It rained hard last night and the ground is really too wet to be messing around with. Which is my excuse for not being out there prospecting right now.
As I dig and scrape, pry and pull, it is diverting to think that this may be the first time those stones have been disturbed since the glaciers deposited them during the last ice age.
On the other hand, it may all be fill dirt, brought in by the developers in the early 20th century. I don't really think anyone was making structural clay tile 18,000 years ago . . .
Anyway, now I have this great collection of ground rocks. I may reconsider my idea of edging these beds with brick.
What I want to know is, when will my spade strike the box of gold coins that some long-deceased previous owner must have buried in the back yard? I should get some reward for all this labor above and beyond a usable flower bed!