Rock a bye baby. Rock around the clock. Crocodile rock. I love rock ‘n’ roll. Rock the Casbah. Rock your body. What rocks your world?
The rock ‘n’ roll kind of rock is not really what you’ll find here. It’s also not a geological discussion about the rock of Gibraltar. There’s no game of rock, paper, scissors going on and it isn’t a pet rock fetish image post.
It’s simply about the good ol’ stone type of rock. You know the ones found in the garden.
My youngest is the collector of all thinks rock. They are gathered from the ground, carried around in sweaty clenched fists and then stuffed deep into short pockets. Some are discarded as a matter of course. Others are left, long forgotten, to dwell in a resting place until reunited with their fellow rock garden friends. Some of the favoured rocks get taped to a piece of paper to make nature scenes. I wonder how these rocks feel.
My favourite, however, are the ones left in the dark crevices of pockets where they mingle with dirt, lint and tissues. They’re about to go for a spin and if they’re lucky they’ll be flung free from the depths and be shiny and clean when they come out of the washing machine. Yes, these are my most cherished rocks. They have already been through so much and yet they threaten to deem it necessary for me to buy a new washer. If I’m really in luck I’ll hear them clunking around in the machine mid-cycle. Deep sea diving past my elbows through the murky water and dodging seaweed-like clothing, blindly trying to reach the illusive culprits is not one of my favoured activities.
Stern warnings ensue with sweet child o’ mine and a detailed description of what rocks can do to washing machines. It seems to make little difference as he runs off to find new rocks to freshly pluck from the dirt, squeeze tightly in his palm and then firmly plant in the safety of a pocket. Pet rocks are not far off. I can feel it in my bones. At least they shouldn’t go through the wash.
I love you. You rock!
Great photo!
Thanks, from the heart, for visiting and liking. It is a super photo but I cannot take the credit.
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yeppers, I have experienced the rock thing. and sticks. peyton (the younger) has a stick that he took everywhere – it broke in two – our special friend duct taped it. Peyton still has it and will not let me throw it away. Oy!
Aw that is precious. How long has the stick been part of the family for now?
about 7 years.
That’s amazing. The stick is probably a connection to childhood and innocence.
Yes, most probably. Btw the way, I just posted an art project of his.
Heading over now.
That’s too funny, my daughter is also a lover of rocks 🙂 I find them in her back pack, in the dryer (we have front loading so I don’t hear them, they just fall out on my head!), and a little rock collection on my patio. Brought her to an underground cavern once and I thought she was going to faint from excitement!
That’s gorgeous! A trip to a quarry or landscape supply business would probably have the same effect for my almost 3.
Great post! I love rocks (just about any old rock) myself, so this was highly entertaining to me. 🙂 Thanks!
So kind of you to drop by and comment. There’s a pile on the coffee table again this morning.
LOL! That’s so funny. You’ve got one determined collector! Enjoy. 🙂
Just popped over from “Grandma says …”
I’m with the little one on this one. I’ve picked up stones since I was little and am still doing it well into my 40’s.
http://hallysann.wordpress.com/2011/04/06/stones/
Thanks for dropping by after visiting Grandma’s
That’s so cool. I remember having a rock collection well into my teens. Now I marvel at the shapes, colours and patterns through the little guy’s eyes.
I’d love to find a thunder egg to show him. Have you seen one of these?
No ? What is it ?
I don’t have one but if you do a Google search I think you’ll agree they’re pretty awesome particularly if you’re a rock gal.
My son is the same. Except he leaves them lying around the house, seemingly forgotten, but we aren’t allowed to move them or return them to the wild of the backyard!!
I feel for you. We have been sneaky lately. The pile grows and we cull when he’s not looking. He does notice but then moves on quite quickly especially if we sidetrack him onto a different subject. How many are in your son’s collection spread across the house now?
There are so many that I’d never know exactly!! We have a treasure box for the “special” ones. But I can’t quite figure out the criteria of “special”!!!
Ah yes. We collect rocks daily, They’re the garden (or driveway) variety-grey, uniform and oh-so-appealing! Today it was bark chips and acorns at the playground. What’s a mum to do?
Better rocks than snails!!
Absolutely!