Rambling

--I'm in that kind of mood when I want to just sit back and ramble a little. It is so unseasonably warm today and will be for the next 10 days. It's like early summer, and it's not even spring until next week. I'm afraid to uncover plants because of potential frost even though they're popping out all over. Can't really garden, can I?

--I don't how to act or dress. All my summer clothes are still tucked away, too. Tomorrow I will probably go into the large chest downstairs to make the switch from winter to summer. Maybe that will settle my mind a little.

--So, where does my mind ramble?

--My ramblings go to my rock pile in the backyard by my herb garden and bird bath. I haven't done much with the collected rocks as far as stories, realizations, or symbolic significances. However, one day it did come to me that rocks for me represent quiet, soothing times. I remember looking for rocks as a child. I was usually by myself just wandering, looking down and around. I became fascinated by all the different colors, shapes, textures, and sizes of rocks. Of course, I didn't put it into words like that. I knew, too, my brother collected rocks, and who doesn't want to do what their older brother does?

--Then I thought about what I was doing/thinking when I found a rock as an adult. I wasn't always alone but did feel at peace during those times, and I alway look for all those different aspects.

--For right now, rocks are a source of wonder, curiosity, and admiration for me. How did they get their shape/color, and how long have they been around? They take me away so to speak when I need to be. I guess they're a form of relaxation, amusement, or diversion.

--The pile grows, and my grandkids love to play with them. They have started to collect rocks now, too.

--What are they thinking when they pick up a rock?

--What are you thinking when you pick up a rock?