Saturday, January 16, 2010
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Elaine made a good point today. We are working on our Fern Alley to get it ready to have the path laid down the center of it. We have been moving the rocks along the sides so we can basically start over. Yesterday, before the fellow came to give us a quote on what it would cost, Elaine decided that the quote would be lower if the path were fully weeded. Well, at least more weeded.
After much work she finished basic weeding of the 50+ feet of path area. Once we had the quote and had settled negotiations I went down the path removing all the old stone slabs and the cement that was under them. It appeared to me that all we needed to do was push the decorative rocks off to the side so they could run their forms, and we were finished. Oh, that it was that easy. Elaine decided that after the path was in we were going to have to basically start from scratch with the decorative part of the landscaping, so she determined that all the rocks needed to be, not just moved, but picked up and placed in buckets, and then moved.
She spent hours moving more than 7,000+ one inch rocks, one at a time. She filled a 10" plastic pot then picked them up and took them to the stacking place, one pot at a time. We have dozens of filled pots now. She was in absolute agony last night. I tried to rub her back, but she was in so much pain I couldn't even touch her back without her crying out in pain. Sometimes I wonder about her.
This morning, as she was surveying the work that was done, she made this comment,"There is never an end to weeds, but there is an end to rocks." That got me thinking. I suppose there are many things in life that never seem to be done. You complete it, then have to turn around and do it again. Sometimes the very thought of those activities just make you tired. But there are things we do in life that, once finished, are truly finished. These activities can give us a real sense of accomplishment.
The dishes are always needing to be done, again. Are children every totally raised? See my previous post. But little things, like picking up the rocks, that is finite and can be done with finality. At least with rocks you don't have to worry about them growing back.
After much work she finished basic weeding of the 50+ feet of path area. Once we had the quote and had settled negotiations I went down the path removing all the old stone slabs and the cement that was under them. It appeared to me that all we needed to do was push the decorative rocks off to the side so they could run their forms, and we were finished. Oh, that it was that easy. Elaine decided that after the path was in we were going to have to basically start from scratch with the decorative part of the landscaping, so she determined that all the rocks needed to be, not just moved, but picked up and placed in buckets, and then moved.
She spent hours moving more than 7,000+ one inch rocks, one at a time. She filled a 10" plastic pot then picked them up and took them to the stacking place, one pot at a time. We have dozens of filled pots now. She was in absolute agony last night. I tried to rub her back, but she was in so much pain I couldn't even touch her back without her crying out in pain. Sometimes I wonder about her.
This morning, as she was surveying the work that was done, she made this comment,"There is never an end to weeds, but there is an end to rocks." That got me thinking. I suppose there are many things in life that never seem to be done. You complete it, then have to turn around and do it again. Sometimes the very thought of those activities just make you tired. But there are things we do in life that, once finished, are truly finished. These activities can give us a real sense of accomplishment.
The dishes are always needing to be done, again. Are children every totally raised? See my previous post. But little things, like picking up the rocks, that is finite and can be done with finality. At least with rocks you don't have to worry about them growing back.
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