Stone Work
About ten years ago, I built two garden plots on the back lots. I brought in a pallet of limestone blocks to use as the borders. I did the work by hand. I was a younger man. Yesterday I had them disassembled by two men who work for my son. They dug up the stones and hauled them to a new location for a new purpose. A dry stacked wall. It looks nice. I will now add a little dirt and compost to the ground in front of the wall, in the hopes that the lawn will regrow.
While the men were here, they did some remedial work on an older dry stack wall. Took down a section, leveled the ground, and restacked the stones. It now stands a better chance of staying upright. The cats liked to walk on it and when they jumped, they pushed off and the unbalanced wall would fall. I hope this fixes the problem. It seems sturdy and steady today. No idea how the cats feel about it. Maybe, at some point, I’ll need to re-enforce the back of the wall.
All this work makes me a little nostalgic for the days when I would have done it myself. Hauled the stone, prepped the ground, stacked. Now I just get to have visions, use my line trimmer, and let others do the heavy work. Feels odd. It’s not all bad, though. I can still handle the little stuff or a single stone now and again. It’s just that before I tote a bale or lift a rock, I have to check the weight. Doctor’s orders. Again, no complaints, at least I’m here to follow doctor’s orders, and that seems blessing enough.