Rocks in My Garden
Saturday, June 9, 2007 at 01:21PM 
I planted this ivy bed last year at the back end of the garden, where it is too shady to grow much of anything.
The ivy is now established and trying it's best to grow into an area of the garden where it is not wanted. So, this morning I decided to add a little rock border--a visual boundary to let us know where to discourage the ivy from growing.
Ever since the boys were old enough to carry a rock home in their grubby little hands, we have collected rocks. The rocks that you see here have been stored in the garage for four years, ever since I collected them out of our snowy backyard before we moved from our last house. In the bottom of the bucket, I found the little index card labels that Sam had made back in first or second grade to sort his rocks from John's. It took me right back to the days when we would never pass an interesting rock by. After all these years of togetherness, how could I engage the rocks in their task as border guard without inviting the signs to come along?
So I laminated them. Twice, for posterity. And when I go to the garden to collect my warm, ripe tomatoes, I will look at the signs and smile.
Reader Comments (5)
That is so sweet.
"Creek rocks" - aw.
My garden border is made out of rocks we found in the grown-up bush around our house - there were little tumbled-down rock gardens hiding in the trees, so we hauled them out and put them to work again.
Hi, Beck! The first one reads "Sam's Construction Site Rocks" He used to filch at least one "pretty" rock every time we passed by the new houses that were being built in our old neighborhood. He was "pretty sure" that the best rocks were the ones bulldozers dug up.
Ha! Too cute. DO you think the different piles of rocks tell us about how different your boys are?
Too cute!! My nephews are amazing!!
How very sweet.
Brian was once at a job he didn't like, so he would bring home a river rock every day, deciding that when he had enough rocks to build a wall in the garden, he would leave the job. As it turns out, we moved from the house after building the wall, he left that job for his current job, and is returning to the old job in August. (The story makes more sense when it's told in detail...). Let's just say that by the time he leaves this job again, we'll have enough rocks to build a house.
XO,
Jill