There are so. Many. Rocks.
I’m still working on getting those bushes planted. It’s taking time. I’ve replaced several of my lunchtime workouts with lunchtime digging sessions. But there are just so many rocks and roots that digging those holes really takes time. Each hole takes around an hour and a half to finish.
Each hole tends to yield around a bucketful of small rocks, plus a number of larger ones.
Having nothing better to think about as I dig, I think of rocks, and their sizes.
I realize now that I think of them in no particular language. Now that I am writing it down, I don’t know what to call them. Both Swedish and Estonian have a single word for “rock” and “stone”, but English has two. When does a stone become a rock?
The very smallest ones I don’t notice because they don’t matter. They get shoveled around together with the soil. These I think of as “small stones”, when I think of them at all.
Rocks start mattering when they are large enough to turn or stop the spade. That’s also roughly when they become individually noticeable – when my hand can fit “three rocks” rather than a handful. And it’s also the point when they start standing out visually in a pile of earth. They no longer blend in, and they may even roll off the pile completely. These I think of of as “rocks” and I pick them out when I notice them.
The next size up is when the rock doesn’t fit in the palm of my hand any more. Those go in a pile, not the bucket. If I threw them in the bucket, it would fill up very fast. And probably break, too, because I have a flimsy bucket. These are “one-hand rocks”.
The size after that is “two-hand rocks” because I need two hands to hold one of them. These generally need to be carried instead of thrown, and dropping them might damage things.
After those come “lift” rocks. These are rocks that I lift with care, because careless handling might damage not just my toes but also my back. I haven’t found any in this part of the garden, but there were enough of them when I was digging the trenches for the hedges.
Even larger than those are “roll” rocks, so large that lifting them is impractical or impossible, but I can still lever them out of the ground and roll them from one place to another. Those have been rare, luckily.
Anything larger than that stays in the ground. (Although there was a rock once that we got out of the ground with the help of the car.)