…The leaves are falling, the grass is finally calming down in its growth spurt, the Mother is going to sleep. It’s my time of year, it’s cold but still some sunny days and I feel the world going into hibernation. Everything calms down, people don’t seem quite so overbearing and I can cover myself up again without overheating or having people think I’m weird for wearing my hoody and hiding in the hood.
Now Artyelf has been speaking about rocks…sounds silly? well tough because that’s where I’m going with it today.
After reading her posts about it I remembered quite a few weird little memories, nothing triggering to me but just…nice to remember. When I used to visit my Grumpa I would spend ages rummaging through his gravel for the pretty ones and put them in my pocket, I used to leave his house with pockets full of them and wet them to make them shine when I ran them through my fingers. I did the same on beaches, looking for fossils, looking for those beautiful rocks that grounded me in a way I didn’t understand at the time. I still have some of them and one my brother found many years ago that as far as I can tell is a fossil made by the burrowing of little animals and insects.
I love rocks and I think my garden shows that so I thought I’d share it with you…it’s not in full bloom, it’s cold and wet but I still love it.
Welcome to my little patch of peace 🙂 I need to get out there more!