In the spring, filled with ambition, I had my neighbor Dean bring me two big loads of stone & gravel from his property. He pulled up in his dump truck & dropped roughly six yards of the stuff at the top of my driveway, an amalgam of sand, gravel, fist-sized stones & a few eighty pound boulders. Where it sat all summer as I (slowly) worked on things indoors. There is a tough little weed sprouting from the top of the pile & now the leaves are beginning to fall & I'm going to have to move the stones, sand & gravel to their intended places around the yard. (I've got fairly precise plans for all of it. Plans are beautiful things.) I'm not as young as I once was, though I was lazy even when I was young. The weather is beautiful, I've got my work cut out for me. Realistically, I've got about two months, until the end of October. We'll see. Could happen.