The Joy Of Work
(even when it’s rock hard)
“When faced with a challenge, I just have to have a go at it.”
Last Saturday evening, I found a beautiful lavender colored “pudding” stone (embedded with numerous small chips of red, white, and other colored stones) in one of our large rock piles. This one had a high rim around the top with a lower center like a bit of a crater in it. I just had to have that unusual rock. It looked like it might be a long, skinny one, which wouldn’t be too hard to handle once I got it dug out. It was about 1½ feet (45cm) down from the top of the rim with only a sliver showing.
On Sunday, about 1 p.m. I headed back with my shovel and two pry bars and some 4″x 4″ (10 cm square) posts with which to make a ramp up into the bed of my old pickup. As I dug out the rocks around it, I discovered that it was much larger than I had anticipated, weighing probably 300 pounds (136kg) or more. By 5:30 p.m. I had inched it almost up to the top of the pile by prying up on the rock and slipping stones in under it. I also made a ‘slide’ down the side of the pile with guide rocks along the edges and dirt over the rocks in the center to the “ramp” (which was actually horizontal posts laid side by side) to help the large rock skid down the side with some control. By 8:20 p.m. the rock was on my truck and by 9:15 p.m. the rock was unloaded. Now that was a satisfying day!
The next morning, I thought about the house that didn’t get cleaned and the yard that didn’t get mowed, and started to feel a little guilty. But I chalked it up to having a “mini vacation” day. I like digging holes almost second to hauling rocks. My dad just shakes his head and tells me I use up an awful lot of energy with projects like that. So this weekend, just for my enjoyment, I proceeded to get out the mower and mow both lanes in a strip about 10 feet (3m) across. The top lane only goes back to the gate to the gravel pit, about 100 ft
(30m) long . The South lane goes back 1/4 mile (400m) to the woods and creek.
After finishing those, I mowed the south lawn, the “island” inside the circle drive, out in front of the picket fence, and part of the north yard. That was my fun this weekend.
They say it takes all kinds…and some of us just have to be a bit unusual. Ha!
I haven’t even gotten the tiller out this spring yet, so next weekend will probably be devoted to that, weather permitting. If I ever get to Australia I’ll let you know and you can have holes ready for me to dig!
– Beverly Lyon
Mason, Michigan, U.S.A.