The landscaping around my new house was very Fred Flinstone: all the flower beds were edged with field stone. Now, I like the look of field stone in a wall, like Frost’s “Mending Wall,” or maybe a fireplace surround, but not stuck along the edge of the lawn like cake flowers. For the last week I’ve been systematically moving the stone to a large pile. Unlike Frost, I have no wall to build, though, so I just have to find someone who does.
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January 13, 2010 at 12:09 am
KJ
Hi Pat, how are you? I am retiring after 2/2. We really missed your laugher and smiles at the lunches. I went on performance management in June and after that, I didn’t want any one to get caught in the fall out.
Are you working in Madison or Milwaukee?
Would you like to catch lunch after February? or if in Madison in the last week in January?
kj
January 13, 2010 at 12:10 am
KJ
Oh, and have you found anyone who wants to build a wall? My husband loves rocks for his garden railroad…. We will haul away:)