This morning turned into a lesson on how to harvest granite. I have three young fruit trees (2 apple, 1 pear) that need to be planted. I picked the perfect spot, measured the distance between each, and aligned them. All was perfect!
I began to dig!
Rock, Kennie yelled!
DUH! I thought.
So I widened the hole, and wider, and wide... until finally, I harvested this bad boy.
What are we going to do with it, you might be asking?
We need to replace the wooded step that leads into the mudroom. I always wanted granite!