We used to have a fabulously long gravel driveway when I was young. My older sis Rockstar and I would spend hours and hours scouring the land to find precious stones, and kept them safe in old Tupperware.
Once we had found a significant amount, the real work began.
We washed our treasures carefully with sudsy water and toothbrushes, then borrowed my mom's clear nail polish to make them sparkle and shine.
After dinner, we would head to the porch, spread ourselves out on the Astroturf-inspired carpet, and examine our daily haul. Sometimes we'd decide some weren't as special as we had originally thought. Always we'd pick out our favorites and share them with each other.
Sure as sunshine, the next day we would position ourselves in different locations, ready to hunt for more beauties.
If anyone would like to check out our personal collection, it is on display at our mother's house. Well, sort of. It is in storage, but it is still in tact.
And if it leaves you wanting more, stop on by Cowboy's mama's house and sure enough, you will find a stash of these wonderful rocky treasures there too. Turns out he and his brother also searched high and low, mostly for arrowheads, but they didn't paint them with sparkly polish.
Or, you could visit the ranch and check out a first time rock picker, and her lovely collection.
This one is much too big to move. And much too frustrating.
But there is quite a lovely stash started. It makes her mama beam with pride.
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