May 28, 2018

Get Your Rocks Off

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.