A year or two ago, Barb ordered up four yards of gravel for our "driveway" and the area in front of our fence. As it turned out, we probably needed two yards. So we ended up with a gravel pile that I have been constantly plotting to get rid of at no cost to myself.
Unfortunately, our neighbor kids -- and, consequently, Elizabeth -- have come to view the "rock pile" as a special place. And our neighbor mom, Jaral, has confessed that she and her brothers had both a lumber pile (?) and a dirt pile when they were growing up, and both were awesome.
So we may be stuck with the rock pile for a little while, yet.
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