The Avant Garden

as I put the last three pieces of material on what is known around the Rockpile as the Time-Goblin (sometimes one hears "Time-Gobbling," but either one works) Quilt Top and felt a large weight off my shoulders. This is the final result, at least most of it, laying on the floor in the foyer:

I must admit I am prettty fond of it, but I don't know what to do with it now. The last quilt I made is going to go to The Life o' Mike Auction and Hootenanny this Sunday. I am hoping those good folks can auction it and get some funds for their cause out of it. Y'all oughtta go if you're in the neighbourhood.

That Time-Goblin sure is heavy. Not like rocks, but heavy.

Speaking of rocks, I got this cool CD of pics from a guy down in Clarkesville, Georgia (I only know where it is because every time we went to Tallulah Gorge, we'd see the sign and someone would have to sing, "Take the last train to Clarkesville, and I'll meet you at the station ...") who has a rock garden as well. Check this out:

His name is Don Preece and that's on his acreage in Clarkesville. 

He went to the bascom and saw my trailer hitch stack

 and did one of his own:

 which I think is about cool times 18 (cool X 18).

I am going to post some more of his pics soon, but will call him and get some details on some of them. He and his wife both invited me down to visit. I'd like to do that. We'll see.

Sunday afternoon Rob and I went out to Bent Creek, to the Place Where God Hangs Out, to be exact. I fixed up this old friend, DoubleArch:

My goal was to fix the Roadside Serpent, too, but I ran outta juice. Next time.

Halloween, I am going to the bascom to bring home the stones that are out there. I'm not in stone-shape right now, as I have seen more football and sewing than Dirt lately, so I kinda dread it. The Avant Son (eldest) is coming along for vehicular and muscular support.

Come by and say "Hi." Bring gloves, and I will let you help -- for free. Enjoy Asheville's unique "Avant Garden Experience" while toting 4,000 pounds of Stone.