Aulë hates me

You'd think that stones in a garden get smaller over time. By friction, by invasive roots, by gardening tools, whatever. Smaller. Not bigger. Right?

When I started to turn the garden back into a garden, I hoed the ground and took out all larger and not-so-large rocks. The little ones, eh, there were too many of those to bother, and besides, they'd get smaller over time.
Now today I took out the last remaining potatoes because we're supposed to get serious frosts this week (which doesn't hurt the potatoes per se, but makes them inedible), and... I found stones. So many stones. Oh, so many BIG FAT lumps of rock.

I took all of them out two years ago! And then last year I picked out all I'd overlooked! And now there were all these rocks again! Seriously! Did they grow throughout the year? Must have! They weren't there in Spring! I HAVE A GARDEN THAT GROWS NEW ROCKS.

... I don't know how the newly grown rocks manage to have fossilised shells in them, but. I'm sure I can find a friendly creationist who explains how that happens. All I know is that I REMOVED ALL THESE FRICKING ROCKS AND THEY GREW BACK.
(This in a region that doesn't feature tectonic upheavals.)

Most of the potatoes were tiny. No wonder, since they were late to grow, then got too little rain, then got enough rain but too late... and oh, of course THERE WERE ALL THOSE FREAKIN' ROCKS HAMPERING THEIR GROWTH.

That's it; I'm giving up gardening.




Well, for this year, anyway.