Sometimes I get ideas that at the time seem great but mostly they involve my husbands brawn and willingness. The forested area in our back yard has had a dirt hill that the landscapers dug out for topsoil for our grass. From the beginning I thought it would be a great place for a waterfall. We live in rock heaven. The empty lot next to us yeilded enough rocks to cover a 20 ft. recessed area leading down to the flagstone patio that we built the summer after we moved in. This spring while I was on my morning walk I spied a very large pile of rocks next to a new house that was doing landscaping. I asked the owner if he cared if we took some he said, "They are yours." We took the seats out of our van and loaded 9 loads of rocks into the back of the van and dropped them in a pile next to the dirt hill. Mike was a reluctant participant and I did have regrets when I saw what the process entailed. It rained a lot this month but we built a waterfall, working harder than old people should work. I was so tired some nights that I couldn't sleep. But it is spectacular!--A 10 foot fall with about a 20 ft. stream. Someday Mike will put his foot down when I get these ideas but maybe not.
