On Saturday, after sending my parents off for the month to sunny tropical Thailand and Laos we were left with the daunting task of tending to a teenage girl and tending to a garden. Shirking the former task, we left the brat at home with some cereal and snacks and made a b-line for the rock garden, out in Lino Lakes, http://www.rockgardens.net/. We were on a mission to find suitable stepping stones that did not look like plastic or concrete and to find a better deal. The Rock Garden ended up being perfect. We found caramel cream colored flagstones for .40 a lb. We hauled back home 275 lbs of stones and started laying out the path and laid them out around the tire overnight.
Sunday, Canyon couldn't be bothered with the garden until Formula 1 was over. I started digging in around one flagstone, which with my luck, ended up being the largest dumping ground for my father's extra rocks around the garage and proceeded to spend the next hour painstakingly scraping out rock after rock. I knew Formula 1 was over when I heard this insane yelp thundering from inside the house and spasmodic clapping and then out stomped in post-victory glow, a man on a mission. He stormed out to the garage, grabbed the shovel and started going at the ground like a hitman diggin a grave.
Canyon of course got the easy side with no rocks and came up with the ingenious idea of tearing out the path completely and reseeding the areas in between because taking them out individually was ultimatley, a moronic idea.
Note to newbies, flagstone is *fragile*. We broke three pieces: twice from stepping on it, once from dropping it. When we actually did want to break one for decorative small pieces - we couldn't.
Voila, the pathway to heaven.
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