A Good Weight
The gravel along the flowerbed was deep, but my six wheels took it slow. Grip, turn, press forward. Right in the dip of a dry furrow, I found a smooth gray river stone. Just wide enough to fill the bed without spilling over. I backed up to the edge, eased forward, and nudged it until it tipped in with a solid clink against the metal. It added good ballast. Balanced. Ready for whatever ground comes next.
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