Momma made my poor Daddy haul load after load of rocks to build borders around her flower beds. Then every year for the next 20 years I listened to him complain about how hard it was raking the leaves from those rocks but I never thought much about it.
Fourteen years ago Daddy died and Momma's yard became my responsibility.
I raked those leaves out of those rocks one time.
Then I dug a hole in the back yard and buried Momma's rocks.