Rock Garden

Years ago, we hauled Grandma's rock collection away from the house so we could put the lawn in. Today, we brought them back to the house where they belong.

This collection of river rock, sandstone, and random collectables, has been sitting around for about 20 years.

With all the outside work on the house being completed, we thought these old flower beds would make nice rock gardens. This one is on the front of the house. 

And this one is around the corner. 

Once we got to loading up the rock pile, we turned over a Black Widow right away.

Their tell-tell sign is a the orange hourglass on their belly. Don't mess with these dudes.

This was a family affair. We placed all the big rocks first.

Then scattered small gravel rock in between the big guys, to cover up the plastic we laid down to prevent weeds from coming up. 

Then we washed it all down to settle any dirt that came in with it. 

Same process on the side.

Native look.

The house now has a finished look to it. 

Done.

Fun stuff. Many of these rocks came from meaningful locations. Some, from North Dakota, where Grandpa was born. And others, Grandma just picked up along the way. Mom likes the look, and I'm sure her mom would too. Rocks stand the test of time. With them being around, we feel like we can weather life's storms. Ranch on.