I have what might be called an obsession. I really do love rocks, especially interesting ones.
I never did have one of those commercial Pet Rocks that were a huge fad lo these many decades ago, although I could understand why someone might have one. After all, I have quite a few “pet rocks” scattered about my house. I even have a couple I use as door stops.
There are only a few rooms in this house that don’t have their quota of rocks displayed, one is the back bathroom. I suppose the only reason there isn’t a rock in there is that there really isn’t room.
This is what occupies my kitchen window sill. These are all rocks I found while floating, and I call them the River Valentines.
Just part of the ambience here at The Havens.
Sometimes I wonder what in the world I would do if I was a nomad.
Yes, rocks are fascinating. I love the shapes, sizes and textures found in them. What if they could talk they could tell us about Earth in very early days.
Mary
I often wonder about the tales certain rocks could tell me, especially the fossils.
I’ve never thought about collecting rocks, but yours are lovely
That is just the tip of the iceberg, actually. . . or the rock berg. The kitchen rocks are very nice, I think.
The thing about nomadic life of course is that you would never accumulate so much “stuff” in the first place.
I saw a TV documentary about people who spend their retirement driving around Australia – one guy was doing this on a motorbike, and over the course of time had stripped his life down to the bare essentials, since he could only have what he could take with him.
Made for interesting viewing.
I guess the reason I think about the nomad thing is that I often think about becoming like that guy in Australia, only I think I would have to have an RV rather than a motor bike. I’m sure if I had grown up as a nomad I would probably have a “medicine bag” that contained only the most marvellous of my finds — like the talon of the hawk I found once, or the tiny thumb sized abalone shell. Certainly the quantity of “stuff” would be quite different. And what constituted a wonderful souvenir would be defined differently too.
I tend to pick up rocks as well – I particularly like finding pebbles on the beach with holes through them ….. it drives the TG nuts for some reason …… I suppose I could stop trying to give them to her as birthday and Christmas presents ……
Well, I have been given to understand that the sort of rocks that most women want for birthday and Christmas are the sort that are faceted and glittery. But I have received rocks from people as gifts and been quite chuffed, actually. My sister and her partner once brought me an entire trailer loaded with large flat rocks suitable for forming terraces and steps. I was absolutely thrilled; but her partner thought I was being sarcastic. Some people.
You have given me an idea for my post today!
My mother-in-law was reluctant to believe my (then) girlfriend when she replied to the question of what to get me for Christmas (the first that we were going out) that I had wanted a set of Winnie the Pooh books as mine had fallen apart. I got the same response as you describe to my supposedly sarcastic thanks – I really was pleased and still read the regularly. I am trying to help the process of learning Geramn by having bought a german copy of Pu der Bar. I’ll be a fan ’til the day I drop
I cut my reading teeth on Milne, and have always loved the books. Have you read Benjamin Hoff’s “The Tao of Pooh” yet? Pretty good, actually.
Rock on, sister!
Oh I do, in all senses of the word!