It is a sickness, compulsive rock picking. Ask me, I spent many a day hunched over the shores of Lake Superior in the UP. Agates, Isle Royal Greenstones, Malachite, Jasper, oh, my aching back.
Catching up with posts here.. Joke in our family that I collect rocks..from everywhere. My friend recently brought me one from Prague..where Spouseman was born and spent his first 7 years, I once rolled a huge rock up a river bank in Illinois to take home to Missouri for the patio and that shaped the decision to only collect small rocks! I have a rock garden in the yard and rocks are all over the house too.There may be some under the car seat. Some are favorites of the grandchildren to play with. I used to know exactly where each was from, but in the intervening years, some histories have gone by the wayside of my head. 🙂 My favorite ones are a few the grands brought me when they were young. Their contribution rocks live on the window sill above our kitchen sink. Those are love rocks….and exhibit a message to me every day.
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dragee
It’s a lovely photography that makes me remember other children hands !
Donna
It is a sickness, compulsive rock picking. Ask me, I spent many a day hunched over the shores of Lake Superior in the UP. Agates, Isle Royal Greenstones, Malachite, Jasper, oh, my aching back.
Ellen
….and the bigger, the better! My girlfriend and I go up in the hills and get big rocks for the yard! We are only limited by what we can carry!
Cassandra Wright
One of the best sermons I didn’t hear.
Marta
Catching up with posts here.. Joke in our family that I collect rocks..from everywhere. My friend recently brought me one from Prague..where Spouseman was born and spent his first 7 years, I once rolled a huge rock up a river bank in Illinois to take home to Missouri for the patio and that shaped the decision to only collect small rocks! I have a rock garden in the yard and rocks are all over the house too.There may be some under the car seat. Some are favorites of the grandchildren to play with. I used to know exactly where each was from, but in the intervening years, some histories have gone by the wayside of my head. 🙂 My favorite ones are a few the grands brought me when they were young. Their contribution rocks live on the window sill above our kitchen sink. Those are love rocks….and exhibit a message to me every day.
Comments are closed.