Every visit to my sit spot (a.k.a. the backyard) has been a reminder of how much work the yard needs. There are weeds to pull, a gazebo frame to dismantle, and a rock path to finish. The last task on that list has been the most nagging because it seems to be the easiest to complete. Buy rocks. Drop rocks. Avoid toes. Done.

Only it hasn't been so simple.

Until today, the problem has been that the local hardware store had been out of the specific rock we need -- a whitish, blueish, grayish rock called Bermuda Green (or Verde Bermuda, according to the bag). Whenever I visit, they're always out and in the process of ordering more. I always leave thinking I would have been better off going with Lava Black, Vida Blue, or Red Skelton (I can't recall the real names at the moment, so I took some liberties). Those are always in stock.

Luckily, when I visited the store earlier today, they had one slat of our green-only-in-name rock. It was on the top shelf and required climbing up and down a rolling staircase several times to snag nine bags (the car's capacity), but the effort was worth it.

I just need eleven more bags and the project will be done. Then I'll have one less task protecting me from the endless joy of weeding.