How wonderful to in the Ardmore-Merion-Wynnewood Patch (as well as the Bala Cynwyd-Narberth Patch and the Media Patch). Now, all the Rock Tumblers (see my previous blogs at rocksculptures.blogspot.com) know where to find me.
Instead of taking the two largest granite blocks over 100 feet away and dumping them in a dumpster, I recently found the smaller rocks scattered all over the lot.
So there I am in my black, t-shirt, walking the grid and schvitzing (oy veys mir, you don't speak Yiddish?)
I found all my rocks (of course I recognize them!) and re-built the rock sculpture. It was one of those "make my day" moments. I love to re-build these sculptures. They never turn out "perfect." It's impossible to get "perfect." So I appreciate the opportunity to try for that elusive goal, again, and again...
Plainly, the folks in Ardmore know this about me and willingly oblige me by destroying the rock sculpture almost nightly. (Dastardly Rock Tumblers.)
And, to those of you in Media who saw images of my rock sculpture in definite need of repair, be patient, I shall be back to restore them to their appropriate glorious state of beauty. Well, to what I consider beauty. (But, obviously, not perfection.)