Just what I didn't need in the heat of July was a new bed, but circumstances of the old vine covered stump just made it so.
Three big stones were plucked by machine from other beds. I'll be moving smaller stones with hand trucks.
Moving Crape myrtles will have to wait for first frost. Some scattered seeds can hold the place and the thought until permanent plants are chosen. More soil has to be hauled in. The dark stuff is well composted gin trash.