inspired by wookiepocket

My mother used to collect rocks.  A tiny 5 foot tall woman, she would spy them on roadsides or down rocky lanes and stop our beat up honda to lift 5 or10 lb behemoths into the back of the car.  They would be delivered into our garden, moved so that the rain water from the gutters angled over them in the fall.  In the summer she would drape the hose on top of some of the big ones, anchoring it with small river rocks we found in streams, so that the grass got soaked and might live through the heat of the afternoon.

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