Somewhere to play.

Rocks and other soft stuff.

In the world of nature, there is one commodity which comes in so many different forms, which is basic, and still can be totally exotic, and that is the rock.

Basic rock will one day turn into dust, and under certain conditions, dust will become rock.

Now the age old question again, which was first, the dust or the rock ...?

Saturday past, I went to town to do nothing in particular.

Well, not quite true, we (the official opposition and me) had our annual birthday of our wedding.

It is a special occasion, when we celebrate the day we sacrificed our free way, and decided to 'living forever together', for better or worse, etc, etc.

Now you may well ask what is the secret to our long life together ?

Do not expect any answer, as I still have no idea.

Anything I say - will get me into trouble.

Back to our rock story...

In town, there are trees in the parking lot, which will one day grow up to be big shade trees.
Now, they are still a bit young for this purpose, yet, big enough for one to bend down when one passes underneath these trees.
At the base, there is a square which is filled with gravel stones and these are grey-white in color.

As I bent down, there amongst the gravel was this round, cream stone, about the size of a acorn.

I am very sure the stone called to me "Take me home, and make me your pet, please?"

There is already a large collection of rocks at home, all of these are my pets.

There is always place for another pet.



There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.

Ernest Hemingway

to be con't ......