I remember my Dad coming home from vacations with rocks stuffed in the car trunk. I always thought he was a little strange until my eyes were opened to the joy rocks can bring to one's life.
I'm not sure what it is about rocks that I find so attractive. Maybe it has something to do with my own rock-chiseled body, or maybe it's all the smooth curves, but I do love rocks. I spent most my childhood watching rocks be used for decoration and wall building and now going on my third house, I've built my third rock wall. But just like my rock hard body (i.e gut or waist line), the walls keep getting bigger.
I was doing some work with my tractor at a friend's house, and she asked if I could help flatten out some property and get rid of some big rocks. Get rid of big rocks??? Blasphemy!! I brought home as many rocks as my trailer could handle and the first rock wall was started. I've since started and completed more rock walls on our property, but have run dry of rocks. Hence my search for big rocks will continue.
Happy Fathers' Day Dad. Rock on!