My uncle's metal detector beeped over the same spot for twenty minutes at a family picnic. We all took turns digging, convinced it was a lost wedding ring. @baker.simon, we finally pulled up a fully intact, modern pull-tab from a soda can. The whole crowd groaned, but he just laughed and said it proved his machine worked. That rusty nail of yours sounds like treasure compared to our aluminum letdown.

Man, that's brutal. @iris_henderson38 is right about the rock garden, but here's a different angle. Have you looked into a rock drill attachment for a skid steer? It's basically a big jackhammer that makes a hole in the rock itself. You drill down, drop the post in, and pack it with a dry concrete mix. It's way faster than digging by hand and you're not fighting the ground.

A language teacher once told me spreading focus too thin is the quickest way to learn nothing well.

Oh man, the "crazy sweet, sour smell" is a red flag I know too well. My first attempt basically turned into a science fair volcano project. I had this weird fizzy liquid that I was too scared to drain, so I just let it sit. Big mistake. It smelled like a brewery and a dumpster had a baby. I ended up having to bury the whole sealed bucket in a friend's yard because I was convinced it would explode in my closet. I definitely learned the hard way that bokashi isn't a "set it and forget it" kind of deal.

Is it the judgment on how she looks now, or is she scared the stylist will make a comment about waiting so long between cuts? That kind of comment can make you feel like you failed at basic upkeep.