tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668302614039424658.post6759626170308405990..comments2024-03-24T20:59:22.275-04:00Comments on Marash Girl: When Life Gives You Rocks . . .Marash Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17039340567144001321noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668302614039424658.post-6571968980974594472016-06-30T10:37:43.505-04:002016-06-30T10:37:43.505-04:00You've made Marash Girl appreciate the rocky s...You've made Marash Girl appreciate the rocky soil that the glacier left in its wake!Marash Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17039340567144001321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668302614039424658.post-16341637360100738462016-06-30T09:56:26.120-04:002016-06-30T09:56:26.120-04:00This made me chuckle and reminded me of when I fir...This made me chuckle and reminded me of when I first moved to New Orleans. My apartment had a beautiful tree out front, and I thought it would be pretty to build a rock wall around it to plant flowers at the base. I was so used to growing up with rock walls in MA, that I didn't think about it but found out they don't have rocks there, and at the garden center, they were something like $3 per small stone. I skipped that idea! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com