I was going to just dig this one quartz rock out of the back yard, wash it and add it to the collection. Then, I thought to myself...you might as well go over and gather up all the rocks that you picked out of the hill (they seem to have a mind of their own when rolling down hill).
This was my first rock project that I did and it grew from a few little rocks around the end of downspout to this big drain field.
Sometimes it rains really hard here and water shoots out of the downspout like it's a firehose, blasting away mulch and dirt (clay).
When I first started collecting rocks I would put them in a five gallon bucket. Then came the Gorilla cart, which was easier than the bucket, but still hard to pull uphill. After we picked up the quad, the light bulb went on and I started hooking the cart up behind the quad. What a life saver...now I wish I had bought the larger cart.
The rock in front of the quad rear wheel was so heavy Sweetie could hardly lift it into the cart. It's a good thing he's been lifting weights!
This started out with a clump of moss that I dug up in the woods and a couple of mossy rocks. A few days ago, I gathered up some more moss and added some more mossy rocks. I think I'll add some Chicks and Hens.....hopefully the deer won't eat them.
I'm adding a ridge of rocks down the upper drive, but right now I'm out of big rocks. I've gathered up all the rocks on our lot, so now we will have to hitch up the big trailor to the SUV and drive around picking up all the rocks that I have been making a mental note of.
What a way to start you're morning at the lake...a hot cup of coffee, a good book, a great view....
My hand work container was packed and I was prepared to make hexagons and yo-yos. Never made a single one.
This was taken at the shoreline.
All of these shots were taken from our campsite.
...and this is a great way to end a day of camping.
Sweetie and Max sharing a moment.
I actually finished these a couple of weeks ago but, life (I'm thankful to say) just seems to get in the way of my blogging and quilting...so be it.
This is Natalie...and yes, there is as much DRAMA with this one as the picture implies.
Wyatt is pretty easy going as far as three year olds go...however, he does scream bloody murder at the sight of a bug. This being Georgia, there are a lot of bugs and there was a lot of bug induced screaming (shrieking actually).
I was going to just dig this one quartz rock out of the back yard, wash it and add it to the collection. Then, I thought to myself...you might as well go over and gather up all the rocks that you picked out of the hill (they seem to have a mind of their own when rolling down hill).
This was my first rock project that I did and it grew from a few little rocks around the end of downspout to this big drain field.
Sometimes it rains really hard here and water shoots out of the downspout like it's a firehose, blasting away mulch and dirt (clay).
When I first started collecting rocks I would put them in a five gallon bucket. Then came the Gorilla cart, which was easier than the bucket, but still hard to pull uphill. After we picked up the quad, the light bulb went on and I started hooking the cart up behind the quad. What a life saver...now I wish I had bought the larger cart.
The rock in front of the quad rear wheel was so heavy Sweetie could hardly lift it into the cart. It's a good thing he's been lifting weights!
This started out with a clump of moss that I dug up in the woods and a couple of mossy rocks. A few days ago, I gathered up some more moss and added some more mossy rocks. I think I'll add some Chicks and Hens.....hopefully the deer won't eat them.
I'm adding a ridge of rocks down the upper drive, but right now I'm out of big rocks. I've gathered up all the rocks on our lot, so now we will have to hitch up the big trailor to the SUV and drive around picking up all the rocks that I have been making a mental note of.
Didn't Sweetie do nice job on this!
The cutting mat is removable, so it can be used as a lazy susan on a table.
This is most of my current reading selection. My big print book, for on the treadmill, is in the car). I thing it's Tess Gerritsen's first novel that was written in 1993.