One of my (many) projects involves digging out the front strip of "lawn" between the side walk and my garden boxes and turning it into a garden bed....specifically an okra patch. I needed to dig out the old paths in order to reset them so I thought, why not dig out the bed at the same time. Everything was going well until I got close to the crepe myrtle. Suddenly, every shovel stab ended about two inches under the surface grinding against stone. Turns out there's a huge patch of gravel out there under a thin layer of dirt and weeds. Ryan thinks its the remnants of old landscaping but I think it's more like driveway gravel. Regardless it's annoying; I can't functionally shovel the stuff and I end up on my knees peeling off sod and sifting out chunks of rock. I haven't really decided what to do about it.
Aside from being annoying, it's a pretty neat metaphor for life. Most of it's easy digging but the rocky patches get in the way. Those rocky patches have to be dealt with some way or other. I could sift out all the little rocks or I could cover it over with my new path which is probably what I'm going to do in this case. (There's too much shade for okra under the crepe myrtle anyway)
There's a lot of gravel in life.
Also, Korean psychological thrillers are really creepy.
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