The Husband has been digging up and carting boulders over to my mom's place for a couple of years, just because she loves big rocks and is always on the lookout for the perfect "sitting rock." Then, last week, they went out to a local quarry and bought a ton of flat rocks. No, really: a ton. The pile of rock in the foreground is a ton:
A ton sounds like it should be a bigger pile, eh?
While the boys maneuvered the giant sitting rocks into place at the perimeter and leveled them, etc., Aunt Thuthie and Baby M placed the fire brick around the lip of the fire pit:
Then, just as the full heat of the day arrived, they laid the first ring of flat stones.
The Fire Pit is of such Epic Proportions that.... it's not even done. My mother says they placed some more stone for the walkway tonight, but now they have to go get another ton of the stuff to finish it off. Wowza.
I'll revisit the issue when it's completed and we can all appreciate a good burn.