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Not as much as in colder climates. It is the freeze and thaw that pushes them up to the surface. Water lines have to be buried x amount deep not just to keep them from freezing and breaking but to keep them from being pushed to the surface. Fields that are disked will have rocks move to the surface more often compared to unturned dirt simply because of lack of resistance in the loosened dirt.
Around here, we call them"frost heaves," whereby the freeze-thaw cycles of a region's weather combine with its underlying geology (and a lot of history) to heave boulders and rocks up to the surface every winter.
The process may push perennial plantings out of the soil, crack building foundations, and cause a lot of weirdness in our spring roads until the big boulders that push up the pavement settle down in summer.
The fact that you don't seem to have this problem where you live probably means different geological history and weather patterns. Thank your lucky stars!
I have always loved rocks. There is an area near me where there are outcroppings of gray rocks for several miles along a country road. I have often wished to own a piece of that property and have those rocks in my yard. Alas, I have never been able to purchase property there, so I collect the rocks from my property and place them in my flower beds and around a few of the beds to keep the lawn mower out of the flowers.
Hey, good read. My whole yard is filled w stone of some kind, sand, crush brick, crush lava of many colors,boulders and the garden is mixed thru out by flowers and all my trees are flowering. The are walkways thru out all of this. The birds love the garden-yard. Rog.
I too love rocks, although here in central Illinois the glaciers did a pretty good job grinding them up. My love of them comes from my Irish heritage.
However the ones I have in my garden keep sinking sinking into the ground and I have to jack them up every few years. Any ideas on how to keep them from diappearing into the soil.
Here in NH, I was told by an old-timer farmer, the glacier once left way to many rocks per acre. The old timer farmer told me he had to sharpen the sheep's noses so they could eat between the rocks.


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