I saw the fire of a maple behind the cool green of a pine, all under an infinite blue sky. A good day, filled with

more chip moving…

and unloading a planter whose bottom had busted out…

and moving a large rock. Only a few square inches were visible. I dug down about 6 inches. Then I dug down a foot. At first I thought I could reshape the ground around it to make the rock more visible, more prominent, but when I got two feet down, I had to rethink that approach. I picked a new spot for it, maybe 5 feet away, where it would make a nice casual seat to view the rest of the garden (yet to be). But I still had to move it. Alone. With nothing more than a shovel. Hmmm…

After a few pathetic attempts to use brute force, I turned on my brain. With a little patience and a lot less force, it turned out to be not so hard. I’d pry up a corner, and throw some dirt underneath, and repeat, and repeat and repeat until the rock was just about out of its hole. A couple of rolls, and my new seat was home.

Now there’s another rock just under the surface maybe 30 feet away. Wouldn’t it be nice if there were two rocks, side by side? Maybe tomorrow.

I read in the paper today that our first measurable snowfall last year was on October 30th. Just one month away. Uh oh.