A place to float away...
I’ve always admired rock gardens. Simple in design, zero maintenance, and pure as the driven snow. Curious, I visited a garden center to check out the price of a large display stone. I fell in love with one of those rocks – five feet long, four feet wide, and three feet tall. It weighed several tons, no doubt. It would look great sitting in a 20-foot circle filled with raked sand, which is definitely NOT zero maintenance.
“Okay,” I finally asked a salesperson. “How much is that rock?”
“Four hundred seventy-five dollars.” She was serious. “And — of course — delivery is EXTRA.”
Of course. Turns out “delivery” was an additional two hundred dollars. Purity and simplicity.
In the old days I suspect farmers paid handsomely to have someone REMOVE large stones like that, or it took them weeks to do it themselves. Which got me thinking: beware of anyone who can afford to buy a seven-hundred dollar rock!
Unless — of course – - you’re a clever farmer who knows there’s folks like me who fall in love so easily with a rock: “Yep, — four hundred seventy-five dollars. But you gotta MOVE IT yourself!“
