I Like Rocks
Yes, I am a rock hound. I am always searching
the ground, looking for interesting rocks.
I have a small collection of crystals, geodes
and interestingly shaped and colored stones.
Though they are not displayed in a case,
I try to keep up with them by placing them
on window sills and in flower pots.
My daughters and I found a very special rock
one summer at the Little River drag strip
near Temple, Texas.
Little River is a small strip of asphalt
and grandstands nestled among lush green oak trees where car hobbyists come to show off their pride and joy toys, their fast self built,
or at least self maintained, cars.
My husband has been a car nut all his life
and had dabbled in drag racing as a hobby
in his younger years.
He has had a variety of hobby automobiles
over the years,
some fast ones and some that were
While he was playing with his latest love,
which at the time of this story was
a shiny black 1986 Corvette,
(that's him in the photo above)
our young daughters and I would relax
in the shade of the large oak trees in the area
where the families of the racers would park.
People would bring their picnics and cookers
and make a fun day of it which,
if your car wins, could last long into the night.
Unfortunately the only picture I could find
was taken before the big trees had leafed out.
There was a lot of gravel where
families and visitors parked their cars.
As I said earlier, I am a rock hound.
So enlisting my little helpers,
we searched the gravel and found this special stone
which was perfectly shaped like a heart.
It 's a tumbled river stone which over thousands of years has acquired a dull patina as all river stones do.
I have had it laying around in various locations
in my home ever since we found it.
Over the years it has gained a slight shine
due to much loving handling.
I have often wondered what glorious colors are concealed
by its dull exterior but I do not want to risk losing its shape through the tumbling and polishing process.
A few years ago, I tried my hand at writing a short novel or long story about various fictitious people that would find this stone during different eras throughout time.
Of course I never finished it.
We recently moved and for six months
I could not find my stone.
I feared this story would be all that I had left of it.
While going through my overloaded,
and unused, sewing box,
I found it.
The heart stone in the photo above, I painted myself with water color.
However the background stones were made
with a marvelous little program called Waterlogue.
Someday, I must finish that story.