Briliant Day 4 at Cheyenne Botanic:
Using a Sky Track Telescoping forklift (AKA dinosaur machine scorpion) with outriggers to deliver mixture far into the crevice bed.
I find that with every passing year of experience building rock gardens,
my skill at estimating yardage and tonnage gets worse.
A nod to the czechs and a generally good way to keep construction holistic:
Using a compass to orient the vertical crevices.
ZZ opines that linear stratification is only for sedimentary stone; but this volcanic stone naturally breaks off with a cleavage which is not technically strata, but still linear.
Orienting pooches with treats.
I made intentional disparities with some big rocks to resolve with small rocks. Trying something new.
I tell ya, you really don't need sedimentary/metamorphic-layered stones like sandstone, slate, or limestone, to make crevice gardens. I'll let you know when all is done, but I seriously think this, to work with, might be my new favorite stone of all time. It has pink inclusions in the purple-blue, and we've been finding fun dendrites and glistening iron pyrite (fool's gold!) on some of the big rocks.
A mix of sizes is critical. Medium to Large here.
Primary/compass orientation is easy to see from above.
But we spent most of the day nearly finishing the satellite patch of crevice on the other side of the entry- to the right of the front doors and visible from the inside of the Orangerie; a dazzlingly-lit beautiful, rentable new space at Cheyenne Botanic. The beautiful old production greenhouse, under current renovation, seen in the left background.
There's been another thing I'm doing differently. It's practical: In order to get the right sizes of rock delivered to everywhere on the rockery, we've simply been dumping mixed-sized loads of rock on the very top of the half-made crevice garden. This way, I have a pile on top from which to distribute: to bar. drag, and heave wherever I need it, which is always downhill!
But perhaps more importantly, aesthetically, I've been channelling Susan-in-the-Pink-Hat's observation that there is much to be learned about a stone by the way it lands when it is piled or dumped. Certain natural angles of repose, like mineral tarot cards, reveal hidden secrets. Many times, a stone has just landed in a fantastic way that I would not have though to place it. So I work with that.
Charlotte was on front desk duty today.