I spent alot of time outside on this glorious
day and all I could think about was stones,
rocks, boulders, glacial erratics.
I am attracted to stones in a way I
cannot explain.  I always pick up a
rounded stone or two on my walks
with the dogs. All my gardens are
lined with stone.  I read poetry
about stones, I photograph stones.

I think they call to me because their stories
are so grand and full of history, just like
really old trees, they can teach us a thing
or two if we are only willing to listen.

In my life thus far I believe I have
moved more than a thousand stones
onto our property.  I don’t know if
I am trying to anchor us or let us
sink into the soft earth, but I keep
piles of small smooth stones everywhere,
in the house, and all around our land,
the more the merrier.
Like this photo above of a friend’s sunken
garden in Norway, stones provide safe
haven for a fish who is always swimming
in two directions at once, they give me
something to hold onto in case the
current gets too strong….

One Response to “Stones”

  1. lyle baxter November 9, 2009 at 2:29 am #

    hi, stones are a big thing here too. I dont have much mulch river rock instead and the driveway and patio are in small stone! I'm always finding special stones right here plus toni and I both look anyplace we go for good rocks! she was a geologist in a past life! I get to ask all sorts of questions! did you go to ruggles mine when we were at squam? you said rocks? its atop a mountain. you can go in the mine open pit and tunnels looking for all sorts of semi precious stones. we enjoyed it!

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