Pea Gravel Quotes

Neil’s preparations were complete on August 2nd. He had just under a month-and-a-half to get to Innsbruck and lead the hidden children to their freedom. The hired car idled behind Neil. He handed his second bag to the driver, asking the man to give him a moment. Neil turned, stuffing his hands in his pockets, looking at Agnes Holloway. She stood there in the pea gravel drive, a hand over her mouth as was her habit during times of great stress. He stepped in front of her, lifting her chin with his finger. His smile was gentle—unusual for him.

I’m a migrant worker picking frozen peas, and a clodhopper hiding behind a white sheet. I’m a shootout at Ruby Ridge, and a freefall of flames. I am closed for the winter, and crawling in my playpen. I am cold, and quick chatter and beautiful smiles. I am a man missing a limb, and lettuce and tomatoes. I am a palace, and fresh milk and goat cheese. I’m the great emptiness among Cubans, and a job that requires the auditing of truth and lies. I’m a confounding calm that will shatter fear and complacency, and a town full of self-defined renegades and recluses. I’m a public execution, and a lanky husband waiting by the checkout.

Potty area. If you don’t want your dog doing his business everywhere he wants on your property (and who does?), establish his potty area from day one. If you have a yard, the ideal potty area will be located near the house for quick access, as well as within reach of a garden hose. It should be at least 10 feet by 10 feet, and about 3 inches deep, and layered with a bed of absorbent sand, covered with pea gravel or small river rock. Be prepared to clean the potty area often.

The second you think you’re as good as or better than your woman is the second it all starts goin’ to hell,” Knox said. I swiped my bleeding mouth across my sleeve and took another drag. “So you’re just supposed to what? Drag them down to your level?” Knox threw a pea-sized piece of gravel at me. “No, you fucking moron. You’re supposed to spend the rest of your lucky-ass life trying to live up to them.” “That sounds exhausting.” “It sure ain’t for the faint of heart,” Jeremiah said.