There really *is* something about a rock wall. To be honest, this was something I have always wanted to do — build a dry rock wall. I’m sure I saw it done on some gardening show and thought, “Oh, yea, that looks satisfying.” And, it was. Very.
We had a crew again — this time it was Greg, his mother, his nephew, and myself. We worked HARD! Two rock walls between 10 and 2 with time for lunch. Yup, we were working. But, it was totally worth it.
The first wall is in front of our little “island.” There used to be a bunch of white posts there (you can see them in the back of our truck). They just didn’t suit the house. I think the rock walls look like they’ve been there forever. I love that. These rocks come with tons of moss on them which adds to that feeling. The other rock wall lines our driveway and makes a nice clean edge with our neighbor’s house. I think it looks fantastic.
We paid our nephew for his labor which was worth every penny. Not only did he work hard, but he did it without complaining. Good job! And, annoyingly, he didn’t have to take handsful of Aleve or Advil when he was done like us old folks. My mother-in-law worked the hardest, however. She always does. We had to stop her from lifting the biggest rocks. She’s amazing. We did have to purchase a new piece of equipment, however. Our old sledge gave up the ghost with a big CRACK when our nephew was helping to take out the wooden posts. He used it wrong and that was that. Thankfully, we’re 3 miles from town so I was back with a new sledge with a fiberglass handle in about 15 min. :)