I'm a flatlander.
I love lots of sky and space to breath, but shade can be nice, too.
I've noticed as I ride around the flatlands there seems to be lots of rock gardens. I wonder why?
I know in Michigan where I grew up we had piles and piles of rocks. Every Spring more rocks seemed to appear. My first job on the farm was picking up rocks. My Grandpa had a sheet of steel he'd pull behind the Farmall A. He called it a stone boat. I'd roll the bigger stones onto the "boat" and we'd float it to the stone pile.
The head of this dog moved in the wind.
Who knew gnomes had enemies?
I really have to notice my starting odometer reading. I've no idea how far I went, but I'm happy to say it took most of the day to get there.