In case anyone was wondering what 40 tons of Avondale Brownstone, 35 tons of gravel and 90 bags of mortar looks like here it is.
I began this little terrace/patio project last summer and at the rate I'm going it won't be done for until another winter has passed. It's pretty slow going because with the exception of one day when, to my astonishment, Tags came by to help shovel gravel (can you imagine?) I've been working this solo. I've still got to flag the top of the wall, level off the deck with sand or stone flour (probably the latter) then flag that too.
I like doing this stuff. Don't all Italians -even culturally adumbrated ones like me- love working stone and cooking? I'm pretty sure that such stuff is genetically hardwired. But there are many moments during a project like this when I wish that it would be far better to be really rich, pay my money and watch someone else play the role of Neo-Vitruvius.