Picking Rocks

In a few weeks time, I'll be on vacation.  We're not going anywhere exotic or doing anything especially recreational, but we are renting an excavator , so it will still be fun for me.  If all goes well, by the end of that week we'll have planted 350 blueberry bushes.  At some point in the near future after that, the "fence guy" will come to enclose our plants with wire mesh, supposedly high enough to repel moose and deer, although the man admitted that once (only once) a bear went crashing through the wiring. 

But right now, on these early spring days, we watch the growing grass and we realize that sometime soon we're going to have to mow it.  That wouldn't be so bad if the winter and spring run off hadn't managed to grow a bountiful crop of hand-sized rocks, scattered throughout our previously rock-free field.  Rocks and mowers don't get along altogether well.  

So prior to our Blueberry Getaway, we're trying to prepare by picking rocks out of our field.  Is there anything more boring than picking rocks?

The answer is no.  There is not.

tags: if you build it