For years (it feels like) there's been a heap of broken rock on my garden bench- waiting for me to dig them in as a mowing strip around some garden beds. I don't know now, why that was taking me so long. I took a few hours to just sit down and shove them all into the ground, and then tossed the smallest broken bits as a mulch layer. Here on the short side of bed 1 against the house- cleared all the mock strawberry and purple dead nettle- dug in the larger stones to fit patchwork alongside each other.
And here at the end of the path between beds 2 and 3- where it's always muddy and soggy. Very makeshift but already I am pleased to not get my feet wet in that spot, and have a solid place to step right out from under the deck. As more broken rock becomes available (from my rock-collecting spouse) I will extend it.
Few days later I did my usual annual chore of lifting out some edging bricks to re-straighten a row. The left side of this path has been wonky for a long time. Of course it's still not perfect, but much better and I'm not embarrassed to look at it anymore.
Rainy today. I dug up and moved to the front mailbox spot, two borage that were growing in bed 1 (where I want to plant asparagus!) Really they are a bit large for transplanting at this point- with the taproot this is tricky- but I did my best and there are other seedlings coming up in this spot now so if they don't make it, no great loss.
