Well, hello, I finally connected the dots. Our lake house is in ROCKville, which is flanked by CLAY County. So, yes, my husband had to use a pick axe to break up the soil so we could plant our Natural Perennials Project. Which really means that we’re all about planting stuff that doesn’t need babying once they’re happily established. But that plot of land turned out to be waaaaay larger than we thought it was, so we went to see Dane Leatherman, our Cowboy Contractor. Hey, Dane, do you have any really big rocks? To kind of give some interest to the space (aka I’m tired of planting)? Why, yes he did. His granddaddy had a lot of them roiled up from his farm. And he brought me a bunch of ’em, from which to choose.
So here they are, and here we are. First, choosing rocks was like choosing a punkin. I chose two, one of which I’m pretty sure is a gigundo geode. And second, this is our Cowboy Contractor — I told him he had achieved legend in Chicago, where I tell of his rodeo prowess and big ol’ trucks. He’s a good egg, and let me pose with him for a photo. He’s the tall one, and to give you an idea of relative size, I’m six feet tall.
In 12-inch heels.
Yabba dabba do!
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