Sunday Walk

You know I have to get my fix with an extended walk.  We had snow, sleet and rain Saturday with a killing frost Sunday morning and highs in the sixties during Sunday afternoon.

The tulips are wide open.

Grape hyacinths peek through grass.

The dogs played.

Along the creek I found the my first favorite large rock

and my second.

After a morning of laundry, dishes and dreary house hold chores, this was my reward. I did pay for it. I had to dig my shoe out of wetland and acquired a few scratches. Carrying a shoe, bleeding from briers, I walked to share my find with Marcy.  She thought the prize was well worth the trials.

The wild violets are beginning to bloom.

I believe Spring may have made it.

My Version of Where's Waldo

Find the dogs is a game I play every day.

 Two are in the fossil field.

One near the rock

Two exploring here

One by the stump

Two smelling tracks

One in the foreground

One looking back

Finding water...can you find them?

Bonnie taking a swim.

Like A Rock

Hubby drives a Chevrolet.  We live down a long winding dirt road so a clean vehicle happens but not often.  WARNING:  Objects reflected in tailgate may be closer than they appear (self portrait).
Andrew drives a Ford and I drive a Chrysler so I guess you might say we are diversified when it comes to vehicles.

If you didn't know I like rocks, you do now.  Like a rock is just an excuse to show more rocks!

Even in the deep woods dirt daubers build nests.

Rocks aren't just a thing of beauty to me.  They are an open geology book. This is a solid rock but the weaker parts have worn away leaving it with a deceptively pebble-like surface.

I have too many questions and not enough answers.  Why is this one rock's surface so different from its neighbors?  They are all sandstone.  I probably will never know the answer but I keep asking.

One rock with three flat surfaces rising above the rest.  What geological event caused this rock to be created or eroded a grain of sand at a time?  I may never know cause the rocks aren't talking today.

Valentine Sunshine And Fudge...

Best ever Valentine's Day.   Thought I would rub in the fact we have sunshine share our wonderful morning.  It is 67 degrees as I write this.  The temps will begin to drop this afternoon as the storm gets closer.

Today we were able to explore forgetting all those neck deep in snow while sending wonderful spring thoughts to those in the heart of this horrible storm.

Sunshine, rocks, trees and dogs were all part of our adventure as the soup and casserole cooked itself at home.

Visiting places I haven't seen in a long time on the back side of the farm.  

Guess what I found?

Amazing beautiful rocks

steep hills I refused to ride up

I walked while Hubby drove.

Blue skies promised us spring was close.

The exploring ended as we returned to the valley with a feather, a bone and a bucket of beautiful rocks.  I had not burned lunch which we enjoyed.  Marcy brought us homemade fudge for our valentine.

The wind is picking up as the front is heading our way.  Off to top off the water gardens and enjoy the beautiful weather before we get iced in.

Happy Valentine's Day!  Stay safe and happy.

Boots and Rocks

Inukshuk

was a new name for me.  Lilly , a good blogger friend introduced me to this custom. Any thing pertaining to rocks is exciting to me.  Inukshuk (singular) is a custom of leaving markers/messages by natives in several countries.

We (the boys and I) built some

along the creek 

just to say, "We were here".

Boy Adventures Or Running With The Pack

Boys, dogs and water

 are an interesting combination

on an extremely warm Autumn day.

No problem finding adventures

Heart warming to see cousins helping each other

I'm holding my breath but no one falls in the water.

It was difficult to keep up but

I returned with the same number 

of children I left with today

The Way To My Heart...

Rumor has it that male penguins win their females by presenting a stone or pebble or rock.  Does that make Hubby and me penguins or bird brains?

Whether it's a stone, a pebble or a rock big enough to tip the tractor Hubby knows what makes me weak in the knees. When I receive a gift like this I remember why I married this simply complicated man.

This is one he could not bring to me but he can take me to see them.  There's just something wonderful about knowing he thinks of me every time he sees a rock.  We have lots of rocks, so I'm thought of often and that makes me very happy.