Like Legos, but heavier.

[errantember]

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.
I'm also still largely clueless about the exact shape of the garden, since the ability to see a landscape design in my head it still my weakest skill. My solution? Order $600 of rock and drift back to the heady days of yesteryear, when I may well have been the most skilled mechanical engineer in the history of human creation.

At least, as long as I had Legos.

The ability to build a Voltron-style robot that comes apart into 10 different smaller robots, each of which individually transforms in a separate mortis-es-machina, many of which sported actual spring-loaded, shooting parts is *exactly* the kind of training an aspiring Permaculturist needs!

Landscaping, I reckon, is the same, but with bigger bricks. As long as you have lots of aspirin and time and are willing to simulate an infinite number of monkeys, eventually you can arrive at a design that's functional, pleasing to the eye, and won't turn out to be totally, irrevocably fucking wrong 3 months from now when you find out the sun tracks differently than you thought and is causing the tomatoes to shade out the peppers.

Only time and soreness will tell. Hand me the rock hammer.

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I won't be moving *all* of it at once.

Probably only about half. :)