I think I have OD'd on rocks.
I did not want to look at the cleanout pipe that sticks up out of the ground and it is important to prevent any vehicles from driving onto the plastic septic tank. I started hauling large boulders to create something. And I am uninspired.
I am not the only crazy obsessed person in these hills who is stacking and arranging rocks. There is a local blogger, The Avant Garden , who blogs mostly about stacking rocks. His rock stacking seems to be more about pleasure and is often ephemeral. I'm not there yet. I am more into permanence.
But I am uninspired. Sadly the reason I think is because these rocks are too small. The largest rocks I had the energy to move and they look to small. I want monumental. I want wreck your car before you end up on top of the turdbox rocks.
The driveway and turning area will be gravel and I can't plant on top of this thing so it makes sense to cover it with gravel for ease of any potential future access and as a visual continuation of a large area of gravel. Separated of course for practical reasons.
This will have to do for now. It should keep the vehicular traffic away from this area.
It just so happens there is a pile of substantial boulders stacked along my drive from the original grading done for the cozy cabin. It will take a machine to move them. I will need a little bit of final grading done at some point and a lot more gravel spread around. Huge satisfying boulders could be set into place at that time as well.
Or maybe I will come up with another idea entirely.
The Shasta Daisies are so effortlessly perfect just the way they are. If only rocks were that easy. I will be happy to move on to insulation, stair building or maybe even finish the siding. I need a break from moving rocks.