I was out in the back 40 today continuing to clear the land for my vegetable garden. I began to understand the origins of rock gardens. Some poor soul, overcome with frustration of grappling with battalions of rocks, wearily looked up, wiped sweat from his brow and said, “Fuck it; this looks great just like it is,” and ordained the first rock garden. If you can’t beat’m join’m. If you can’t beat’m or join’m, rename’m.
Anyway, I will be back out in rock world tomorrow.
Just between you and me, I am having a great time out there. But I’d appreciate it if you kept that between us.