“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”Antoine de Saint-Exupery (French Pilot, Writer and Author of 'The Little Prince', 1900-1944)
TIME: 4:31 PM
PLACE: Front yard
SUBJECT: Rocks
Sunday, while visiting Dana in Podunk, I noticed that there was quite the plethora of rocks laying about the farm fields. I mentioned that fact to HandsomeHusband. He said that they are from frost heaving (the upward dislocation of soil and rocks by freezing and expansion of soil water…he didn’t say that part – I looked up the official definition), farmers hate them (they ruin equipment) and are usually granite brought south by glaciers eons ago. Granite? Glaciers? Extremely old? That did it, I wanted one. While we were taking pictures, I chose not one, but two rocks to come home with me. HH was not too thrilled about having rocks in his Corvette, but nevertheless, he indulged me by placing them in a bag and gingerly setting them in the back of the car.
1 comment:
I like them! They add interest to the landscape.
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