I like rocks a lot. I'm not sure when it started because I remember laughing at my husband, Jim, (for those new here, he passed away 13 years ago) when he wanted to go into a rock store on vacation. And, we bought bags of rocks. I teased him a lot.
Well, now, I have rocks here and there throughout the house. Nothing special. Driveway rocks. But, they are special. Just because. My youngest three girls go out a find rocks in our driveway that they think I will like then bring them in for a "rock show" to sell them to me. A penny for some, nickels for some.... That may be where the jar of rocks that has been sitting on my dresser for a long time came from. It's been there awhile and I've enjoyed it even under the coat of dust it had.
Anyway, post Christmas is always a purging/dusting sort of phase I go through as many do. As I was dusting our bedroom, the rocks grabbed my attention again and I took time to play with them. Not by chance, the next day, a friend sent me a poem through email about not worrying about dusting and enjoying life. :)
I had, I told her.
My Friday Find this week:
Driveway Rocks. Memories. Love. Taking Time To See It.