Mad Rock Lady

I have been on the look out for good stones. Whenever I take Bonnie out for a walk I look along the sides of the road and into the fields where new wheat is coming up. When I spy the glint of white I go and investigate. Anything bigger than my fist gets carried to the roadside and piled up for my return with the car. I got caught in the act the other day when a car load of locals passed... I tried to look nonchalant but all heads were turned in my direction as they headed off to the bar. The stones around here are beautiful white quartz with crystals locked in them.

Today I decided to look closer to home, on the field next door. I found a lot and chucked them over the fence. Later, I took four wheelbarrow loads down to the site. Patience. Step by step, I tell myself.

There is already double the amount that is in this picture.

While waiting for the track to dry out I did the plumbing, to get the mains water down to the site, and to have another stand pipe in the garden, so as not to drag a hose all over the place. (I hate that.) The new plastic pipes and fittings are relatively simple to use, but I did have to have a couple of goes before I got the knack. You have to shove the tube right into the thingy before you screw the thingy up. So, now I have water at the site, and stones.... next, hopefully, I will get the gravel and the sand delivered, maybe even this week, as the weather report looks promising.

This is the dresser that R made for the kitchen. It puts my brick shelving to shame... It works a treat, and I love the wooden branches that he has put in for mugs.

It looks like I will have to dig more ground for the tomatoes and beans, and I desperately need manure for the ground. I will go and see the riding school, soon.

Finally, this is how green the fields look when the sun shines. It is not cold and the days are getting longer and the blackbird sings in the evenings... Heaven.