I often ponder . . . where do all the garden rocks go?
But yesterday I stumbled upon . . .

. . . a crude fortress wall deep in the garden bushes. Quietly (and with great care) I took a peek beyond this high, formidable wall. And there I found a diligent crew of Garden Guardians.
These particular ones informed me that their job was to make
Magical Rock Powders & Marigold Paint.

And with a deep sigh of relief, I retreated . . . assured in the knowledge that their herculean efforts will keep the weeds at bay far better than simple stones would acting alone.