The strangest things excite me these days. Like this great big pile of reject gravel! Is that gorgeous or what? And I’ll tell you why it’s so gorgeous- someone else brought it to the property. That’s right- we didn’t have to shovel this pile by hand, twice. First into the pick up, then out of the pick up. And that pile is about 12 truckloads so that’s a massive amount of work saved.
And then, when I hardly thought it possible, I came to fall in love with this fabulous pile of gravel even more. Sweet baby Jesus, the pile is full of clay! No sand, no silt, just beautiful, wonderful clay. Every last little stone is covered in it! As mentioned in a previous post, I check every new batch of mix for consistency and when I checked my first one today my heart just soared.
Do you know what this means? Less sifting clay for me! And the timing is brilliant with Shane away and unable to supplement my clay supply. I’m using half a bucket less clay per mix for the same consistency. No- better consistency because my sifted clay sticks beautifully to the clay coated gravel. If I were any happier I could roll around in the stuff! Oh what the heck…
Sometimes things are just good…
Wonderful! I’d sooner roll around in your pile of gravel than our pile of compost, which was also delivered quite free to us… bless our neighbours… but the sentiment is identical. Happy shoveling-once.