100 year old Cobblestone...Yes please!

I had an interesting day yesterday. On the way home from the doctor's I indulged in a short (ha!) stop for pregnancy related chocolate. It was a very important task. Unfortunately after gathering the much sought after Mini Eggs, my Van failed to restart.

Insert some curse words here.....

Anyhoo, after many attempts I finally got it to roll over. I rolled it on down to the dealership. As this was my vans 2nd visit to be fixed this week, and it seemed they never fixed the problem in the first place, as you can imagine more curse words can be added here.....


....and here.

After a long wait for someone able to drive me home, I got to talking to the driver about gardening. How thankful we are that the snow is gone. He mentioned that his wife grows all of there summer veg, and we had a lovely conversation about Cabbage.

No one believes me when I tell them I have a huge front yard garden. I usually get the 'Oh yeah' blank stare, well yesterday was no different. That is until we pulled up into the drive, the large and powerful Heather's showing off their winter colours with no shame. It makes a believer out of anyone!

With a friendly wave and a 'have fun this spring!' the driver rode away, and I for the first time turned around to face the house. That's when I noticed the game changer. The jump the shark moment that truly turned yesterday into one of my favorite days in recent memories.

A large pile of 100 year old cobblestone!
I heard rumor of it through the winter. My MIL told me of a neighbor who had too much and was looking to get rid of it.

Me! Me! Me! Me! ( I sure hope they saw my hand in the air!)
Later in the day when the rain had finally disappeared, My gardener helper and I made our way outside to play in the garden.
Our neighbor was outside as well, so I got to personally thank him for this amazing gift! He asked what I was going to do with them, and so I told him. I honestly don't know! But they made my day! So we started talking rocks. He's a fan too! It seems he has the addiction. Where ever he goes he picks up a rock or two or twelve it seems.

By the end of the conversation I was somehow in possession of a couple pieces of quarts, a few nice thin pieces of slate, and large chunk of BC lava. Sorry my camera had long before made its way back inside, so there are no pictures at the moment. Rest assured Ill get a few snaps later today.

So by the end of the day the bad words had left my head, replaced with the usual variety of sunshine and lollipops. I didn't get much gardening done, but as a rock hunter I came out on top!