The Avant Garden

in at least one way. When rockstacks are down, I know how to fix them. This guy: , for example,

now looks like this:
The Nikon kicks arse ...

I did some interesting homeowner stuff over the weekend. Like this handrail for the steps that lead down to the River behind our house:
Tested at 34 Feugenauts ... that's pretty sturdy ...

Later I added a bench:
Seats three comfortably ...

I got that big rock up  there by dragging it upstream about 30 yards using a rope around one end. Rocks are lighter underwater, so it wasn't that hard. Then I flipped it end over end to get it up to there. It weighs more than 10 pounds.

Sunday I went back to Bent Creek to find everyone healthy and happy except Jilted Serpent. He  had completely fallen apart. I did my best to pick up the pieces and when I left, he was heading off downstream, I think. 

The RoadsideSerpent stood:
Top shelf rocks, aye?

and I finally got a good photo of IndepenceCircle:
This is the third incarnation ...

When I arrived to visit these guys:
I'm fonda this site ... 

only one was knocked over and in the course of fixing it, I knocked another over and in the course of fixing it knocked another one over and so on until I had rebuilt six of the eight  and some of them I had rebuilt twice, and one three times, but in the end, they all stood. That's really the only talent I have that other people do not when it comes to doing this stuff. My talent is that I will stay in that cold water as long as it takes and stack and re-stack until it stands when I think most folks would give up already. My talent is obsession. And cold doesn't bother me too badly.

Yesterday I went out to the herb garden, where the Avant Garden Meets-middle-class-suburbanite-yawn-yawn-snore-snore and did this:
Is this good enough for "Suburban Rockstacker" magazine?

I am going to have another blog to work on soon. A work-related blog about current events that I hope will not interfere with this blog, because it sure won't get between  me and my rocks.