Like Legos, but heavier.

So I got a call today on the way from work informing me that four tons of cut limestone had arrived at my home. Appreciating the rarity of this situation, I hurried back to direct the Ballet of the Forklift, which ended in the 100% hail-proof rock occupying the space under the carport where my CR-V, Gairloch, normally lives.

I've got about 10 plants in little 4" pots sitting on the mailbox staring at me. I'm not even finished pulling the grass out of Forward Zone Alpha, much less in possession of the necessary soil to put into the raised beds I'm intending to put there, but nevertheless I'm still going to have the fuckers in the ground by the end of the week. ( Read more... )