We have needed to tidy up the entrance to our property, and a stone wall provides that definition. Here in Vermont stone walls snake through property and along the roads. The walls on our property provide the boundary lines and evidence of a former road. Large rocks protrude from the cleared fields and along paths in the woods. With so much rain this year, many are covered with moss. They look like someone's craft project: rocks felted in green wool.
For our flower bed along the front we ordered a pallet of local wall stone. Composed of granite, marble and mica, the pieces were manageable so we could lift them to transport and arrange. I loaded and pulled the wagon and offered advice while Ian designed the wall using a visual spatial skill I've always admired.
When that wall was finished, we used the rest to line the driveway. We needed to augment the supply with "found" rocks from the property and former projects. Our son Joe was on hand for more artistic input and muscle to lift some very large flat rocks.
The wall is still in process, and we are deciding whether to order more rocks or glean from the streams and hillsides nearby.
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