You Are A Rock Star

---

This husband and I…

Burlap sack in tow…made our annual on the way home pilgrimage…to the rock hunting ranch in the hill country…not sure why…lack of communication…assumption that this old gal can read her Mr.’s mind…but rock hunting us…emerged with different rock hunting goals…

This old gal…thought the search was for the elusive topaz…arrowheads…quartz crystals…the other hunter in our party…had different plans…bring a little bit of Texas…back for a rock garden…at Little Cottage…one of us…leisurely sifted fine little pebbles…while the other…took on a project of grand proportion…

Mica glittering in the sun…layers of the rock calling out…nothing was going to stop…that rock hound of mine…from getting that behemoth…for the garden…we dug…pried…scraped…left and bought tools at an antique shop for a lever…hours later…we were good to go…

This old gal suggested a bucket with a handle be used for transport…or perhaps a plastic tote…but no…the rocks in the sack…would be maneuverable…take up less space…which wasn’t much space at all…cuz rocks are heavy…like super duper heavy…couldn’t carry more than enough for the most minuscule future rock garden…

But…Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum…each favoring their good arm…grabbed that burlap sack…all a morphing and a flopping…the sack that is…

And pretty much…rocked it…
​
And this rock hound of mine…agrees…