Productive weekend with lots of rocks

I am a rhododendron.

So first, a quick check on the backyard. One trip to Gibney's later, and we've got a vegetable garden going!

Bed 1: The weakest peas at top (last year's seeds), Bibb lettuce,  wax
bean seeds planted, a few tiny volunteer tomatoes, and one cuke.

Bed 2: Peas, eggplant seedlings, one cucumber seedling
under a cage, last year's leeks (left alone in case they
do something interesting), one cucumber seedling,
and secret green bean seeds planted as mulch.

Bed 3: Peas, bell pepper seedlings, two tomato seedlings
in cages, and secret green bean seeds planted as mulch.

Bed 4: Asparagus ferning out and garlic galore.

New garden hose! The old monster that came with the
house split open when I turned on the tap, so I replaced
it with this new "professional grade" one that, frankly,
is wonderful. The first hose I've ever owned that didn't leak...
somewhere.

Muriel still enjoying her new digs, although the beagle is STILL
finding his way in spite of all obstacles.

This is a terrible picture, just to document that the abelia I planted
last year is mostly dead but SLIGHTLY STILL ALIVE.

Meanwhile, the mojito garden is planted again.

So enough about the backyard! What's new in the front yard?

Oh. Rocks.

Well, YES, rocks. AGAIN. Perhaps you will recall my digging out the new border trenches for the front beds. It looked a little... like this.

But then we got a cubic yard of river stone delivered to our driveway Monday morning. (Yes, on Memorial Day! We were surprised, too!) And now we have THIS!

Rocks.

Rocks!

ROCKS!

Um.  Still ROCKS!

Okay, this is my favorite bit because this is where I'm expanding
the bed to go around the corner and beautify what I sarcastically
called "the showcase" on the side of the house.

Of course, first there must be killing, hence the dreaded blue tarp.

It's all kind of coming together--and it's only taken four years! And while the blue tarp is not exactly an attractive addition to the landscape, it serves two purposes: killing the weeds in the area for me, and also preventing me from overextending myself by immediately starting another harebrained scheme in that particular location.

I am still a rhododendron.