More Rocks

She's at it again. If it isn't dandelions or bugs, it's more rocks. And where we live, we've got plenty of all of the above. (I've deterred her from the deer droppings).

Back a couple months ago, she started her obsession with rocks. Spencer and I both liked rocks as kids, but the real rock-lover in the family is Grandma Mary. She will tell you that she'd rather get rocks for birthdays than gifts. And her gardens showcase her love for the beautiful sandstone that can be plucked from our countryside. She's got big rocks with natural birdbaths, beautiful sidewalk rocks, and nice sturdy flowerbed lining brick-like rocks. She definitely has an eye for them.

And her granddaughter is following suit, moving onto bigger and better rocks.

As she carried it around, she kept saying "heavy... heavy". It had many different homes until it found its final resting place right on the front steps. Well, until she feels strong enough to move it once again.