I've got this marvelous pile of sandstone rocks. With some granite thrown in. And a few limestone as well. The pile looked much larger at the rockyard. Next to my flags and tape it looks rather paltry.
I got to work anyway - it's overcast and cool, but I was able to work up a sweat placing them along the pattern laid out. There are hundreds of Redwing Blackbirds singing in the trees as I work, and every now and then a whistle from a Mockingbird tries to be heard as well. Cardinals flit around, they seem curious about what I'm doing. I suppose they wonder where the feeders are going to go.
This is the beginning up to the first left turn.
Here the first and third turns are emerging.
And I'm coming along nicely. The stones feel a lot like mosaic pieces, almost like they have a place they want to rest. There is a peace that accompanies me in the work, that I hadn't realized would be there. And oddly enough, there doesn't seem to be any space in my head for a worry.
(oh, the pine straw is for the visual, it will be covered in dirt and mulch)
There are some small wild violets popping up for Spring, and they seem to fit right between the rocks!
(I'm really not surprised - but I am delighted)
