Hazel was a loyal companion during my efforts over two days to gather stones to line the fire pit, which made the job more enjoyable but the loads no lighter. Click image for a larger view.

It’s a start.

For the past couple of days I’ve been hauling rocks from wherever I could find them to my fire pit alongside the swamp. It’s a work in progress.

A rich source for the stones has been the stream that runs along part of my western boundary before spilling through a culvert that runs under my drive and then into Horny Hog Ridge Creek. I hauled out a dozen or more stones from the stream yesterday and added them to the growing circle. It’s slow work, but I’ll get there.

I keep telling myself there’s no rush, but getting a few stones in place has a way of projecting what the finished project might look like and then the rush to completion is on. It’s a battle to fight the urge to overdo it.

But, then again, maybe the photo is overdoing it. It is, after all, a work in progress: there are many more stones to go. As fortune would have it I live in the mountains.