Of All The Things I Needed To Do

I chose playing with rocks.  I wish I'd taken a true before picture but did not think until I starting unloading the rocks from the stump.

When I first built this garden for Dad, Hubby made me a stump chair.  The years and critters have worn it down so I thought it was time for it to move on to another purpose.

The removal left a hole.  Flats rocks were gathered to extend the walk.

My ever present partner, Ms OCD, had me sort like kinds.

First collection rocks were separated from working rocks.

Round rocks, cave rocks, crystals and conglomerates had to be grouped.

Fossils, metamorphic and iron ore Ms OCD sorted and played.

At quitting time you could not detect where the stump had been. The animals and people have a solid clear area to approach the water to drink, swim or just enjoy the view.

Empty pecans, pecan limbs, leafs and other natural debris were picked and raked away to join my compost or my burn pile.  Yep, that's the stump sitting behind my bench.  Couldn't bring myself to remove it completely...yet.

In My Yard

Crystal And Mushrooms...

Crystals and fungi
Lay on a log
First they were silent
Then came dialog

Shrooms spoke first
Offering a prophetic scene
Crystal counter-offered
With a clarifying dream

Neither vision was truthful
Both of them lied
Each could deliver a trip
But it could be the last ride

For Poetry Jam:  Poetic Visions 

Policing The Yard...

I got out awhile Sunday. Marcy is doing better so I walked around a little. The water garden is perking up after my severe cleaning.

The dogs have greatly enjoyed the private pool

in the front yard.

Every rock tells a story,

not only geologically

but also emotionally.

Crystals from Mount Ida

I would like to thank everyone for all your well wishes and prayers during Marcy's surgery and ongoing recovery. 

 

As I turned to go back indoors the sun was setting and I could see the moon. 

Down And Dirty At The Water Garden

Macro close
See three leaf clover and compare
Crystals from Mt. Ida, Arkansas
A Daddy rock

Can you tell we are rock hounds?