We had rented our home for five years before we retired and our first renter had started building some rock walls at the back of the property. When we finally arrived, I decided to finish his work. I rolled rocks down the hill behind us, and also each time we planted a shrub or plant, we wound up with lots of rocks and not much dirt. There was also a drainage pipe that ran underneath our driveway and emptied into the front yard. The water made its way through the rest of the yard, taking the path of least resistance and I paved the "creek" with rocks also. One of our neighbors gave me the name of Rocklady, so now you know the whole story!
The "creek" starts on the other side of the bridge
DH did the stepping stones and the steps.
Any day you wake up on the sunny side of the grass is a good day.
"The moving hand writes and having writ moves on. Neither all thy piety nor all thy wit can lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it." The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam
