A couple years ago, I had an idea that I should make a stone path and patio in the back yard. So, I ordered up all the gravel and stone I needed for the job. When they delivered the stone, the manifest just said, "stone, 10,000 lbs". I didn't know much about this work going in. I had a book that showed smiling (and non-sweating) folks laying in that last stone. The job took me a week and was just plain nasty. If I ever get the idea to do that again, throw something at me, or shake me until I come to my senses. It looked great, but never again.
By the way, this is mister anchovy...for some reason, when I comment on your blog and I want to link to my new space instead of the old one, I can't use name and url. I can do that when I comment on some other blogs. In any case, 27th street is just me.
I figured it out, mister anchovy. But thank you for the follow up.Your story of the stone patio and path was a delight. God, how many projects like that have I talked myself into only to get a real education--the painful kind.I am so happy to be only photographing this project.
One of the biggest advantages (the only one?) of living in a condo: no yard work.
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