Part Of My 'Good Rocks' Pile (Yes, I Collect Rocks)
I have found plenty of nice ones, but this is the rock I have been drooling over for five long years. I pass it every day on my walk through the woods, and I always pause for a split second to imagine it down on the farm. Too bad it probably weighs two thousand pounds and is located on the ridge road 400 feet above us. But a girl can dream, can't she? Maybe someday I'll figure out how to get it down here. Until then, at least I don't have to be too worried about anyone stealing it out from under me.