The urge to build a retaining wall was indirect – you had been talking about your job cutting trails on someone’s property.
The dirt slope was unchanged for decades. I bought a pick and uncovered veins of serpentine running down the hill. The pick fractured them with a satisfying crack.
Decisions can come from unexplained places – they’re orthogonal.
I had a picture in my mind – I’d plant something native. The kids had moved out so there was time.
Dirt and rock shards tumbled down the hill. The key you said was a level base layer, the foundation for setting the stones.
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