Days when I am not cooking or painting or sewing something for my granddaughter, I like to work in my garden.  This project was not one that was particularly fun.  I ordered half a yard of river rock (small pick-up truck or 4′ x 4′ x 2.5′) and a yard of -3/4 gravel for where we park POS.  (of course you know that means Point of Sale – not Piece of Sh..)

My point is that is a lot of rock and gravel.  So I decided when it arrived, I did not to wait for the gardener to come and move it.  Four or five hours later I knew I deserved a nice glass of champagne and a long bath.  At 67, maybe next time I will wait for the gardener. But it does look good, and it is done!  Most days I think I can do as much as I could when I was 25 or 35 or even 45.  Then the next day I know I can’t.  So today, I just baked a pie.