a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label rock hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rock hunting. Show all posts

Saturday, October 3, 2015

The Trouble Began With One Rock

Trying to have a relaxing day and you know for me that is being barefoot and hunting for rocks. Hubby is always willing to help me out cause he can include his side trips like checking the feed plots for the wild game and just rolling over the acreage with dogs running along with us.

I viewed the dry creek, exploring barefoot where my feet had never been.  I saw this jewel of a rock. Perfect natural hole and my mind starting working or not, depending on whose telling the story.  This became my new perfect stone for my rock/water garden.  This would be my new feature piece with water running through it.

But first, and there's always a but, I needed the orange rock/gravel that are only in one place At The Farm so with some other companion rocks carefully selected while I dodged thorns and briers. we set off  to harvest some orange rocks.
We flushed a huge covey of quail.  As usual I was too slow to catch them all.  These beautiful birds are just one reason why we plant food plots each year in the fall.  So on the way to the orange rocks we checked the second food plot which is doing poorly because we've only had drops of rain since it's been planted.  

Orange rocks gathered in my shirt tail because the bucket I brought holds moss and they just wouldn't work with moss.  Not just yet anyway.
Sometimes Hubby humors me and let's me take pictures...
at a slower speed than breakneck.

Remember what started all this...one holey rock.  I began to tear down my water fall and arrange it around this new grand holey rock.  I had a smaller one but I like to go big.  I worked for hours and stacked, rearranged and scattered rocks to my heart's content.

When the pond began it was one tractor tire from my life that I always remember seeing.  It's purposes have been varied from a tire to a chicken water trough, to a pig feeder to a flower bed and many other things.  When I saw it again, I thought it deserved an honorable place in my yard since it had been around my entire life. 

So I happily worked with water and rocks and played with dogs which is kinda a perfect day in my book.  When I first constructed this water fall I had expand-a-foamed the rocks on top of the liner.  It held awhile but now it was loose.  I had the great idea I didn't need new foam but hoped to hold the liner with rocks.  Plugged the pump back in and declared it complete until the next time.

Checked on it a few hours later and my water garden had become a water balloon.  The poor Koi were swimming around the rim in very little water.  With out my expand a foam seal as the water fell down the water fall, it ran UNDER the lining.  I am glad I looked.  I weighted the liner in the middle with rocks, unplugged the pump and closed it down for the day.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

I Never Dress...

and I should know better!!  Marcy always has her camera...and she caught me on the rock hunt in my fashionable night gown and my camo rubber boots.

Three years ago, I would not publish any pictures of me, now, I show you my favorite purple night gown!
 Scoping out the rocks I want as hubby drives...he still can't lift from his heart surgery but doc said he could drive so he drives the mule, the tractor, the lawnmower and the truck.  Stubborn!
 Finding the perfect rock is an adventure.  I have an area in the yard that needs steps and I am working on building them with rocks.
On a farm, you can never just do one thing...had to clean the culvert and I had lots of canine helpers.  Hoping the rains slow and the bad weather stays clear...I can't keep up with the repairs!
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