Margaret appeared uphill calling “Rocks for sale!”
“I’m buying” was my response.
Turns out she wasn’t selling rocks. She found lots of good ones as she was hunting just one for her garden. So she brought some for me.
She had trucked all the way to the northwest corner where she said there are completely untapped piles of rocks. I made a note to scout that spot next.
Here are some notes from the SG Sketchbook:
I moved four loads of topsoil from the meditation space to the new center bed, shoveled by hand. …. IDEA: Get a pull wagon! For rocking. With real tires.
Jimmy Allen
Ginger Allen