I had been walking around the neighborhood for 20 minutes and was ready to go inside. It was a mild morning for July and I hadn’t yet broke a sweat. I could go in and make my Bulletproof coffee and relax for awhile before my day really started.
But no, what about the rocks? It could work, but I wasn’t sure. That’s when I found myself veering off the path to kick over a medium size rock. Thank goodness no scorpions. I bent over to retrieve it. With the size and awkward shape, I could only carry one at a time.
I made my way across the street to my house with flower beds with no edging. I had been walking the neighborhood for two weeks analyzing every bed, both edged and un-edged. Edged was definitely better. Hence the rock that was now being placed as a border between the invading grass and the moving mulch. I stepped back to check the effectiveness. Ok, so it was a rock.
I returned to the wooded area to look for more possibilities. After placing two more next to the first, I convinced myself that this was my new edging plan, about $100.00 less than my previous one. So I started the process: kick over a rock, pick it up, carry across the street, artistically place next to the previous one, repeat. Luckily there were plenty to choose from and I quickly had one side done.
But then I decided I had to have one more rock. A big one, almost heart (or longhorn) shaped with interesting crannies. But I couldn’t lift it, not even with my legs bent, using the proper technique. I still wanted it. This is when insanity set in. I started rolling the rock, one side over the other, moving it what seemed an inch at a time. Thank goodness no one was out to see the Comedy that was ensuing. I rolled it from the woods, over the sidewalk and into the street. The whole time I’m hunched over, praying no car comes when I have it in the middle.
I’m starting to get tired and sloppy. All I needed was for it to land on my glove-less fingers. So I kept moving it. One side over the other. I made it to the other side and back on the grass. By the end I think I was just shoving it into place. Once it was close to where I wanted it, that’s where it stayed. By this point, sweat was dripping down my face. It hadn’t become all that much warmer, but my heart was pumping a lot more!
I only got one side done, but I was ready to call it a day. No matter that my house now looked a bit lopsided. I was tired, but so exhilarated that I had come up with a free, although labor intensive, method to reduce the flow of grass into my flower beds. I know that what I really need to do now is dig small trenches to anchor the rocks better, as well as reshape the beds a little to allow for sprinkler heads and symmetry. But there’ll be another morning. And there are always more rocks!