To The Builders Who Dumped Rocks, Bricks, Nails, and Paper Cups Right Where I Am Digging a Flower Bed

Thanks.

In other news, I continue to prove to myself why the county next to ours is called Limestone County. Every third strike of my mattock, rather than sinking into the clay we laughingly call “soil” around here, strikes a chunk of limestone. I have a pile of rocks on one side of my incipient flower bed, some of which are the size of my head.

That’s what I’m doing with my free time; how about you?

4 thoughts on “To The Builders Who Dumped Rocks, Bricks, Nails, and Paper Cups Right Where I Am Digging a Flower Bed

  1. Your too?!

    I found all sorts of things while tilling what was the garden. Bits of wood, bits of brick, nails, soda cans, etc…

    Not to mention all the stuff we found back behind the barn, which was a bit disturbing…one very used infant car seat.

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