show and tell: a rock

This week's show and tell was suggested by Sarah Louise, who I am appointing president of the Blackbird fan club as she only ever has lovely things to say about me. She's tall and enthusiastic and likes pink sneakers.
And she wants to see a rock.
And I pinky swear that I had no idea, NO IDEA I TELL YOU, that I would have such a good opportunity to show you a rock...or two.

At first I thought I could show you this rock -



The infamous slice of pie rock. From a camping trip. I don't remember where or when. I could claim that I hate camping so much that I have blocked out the memory of it, but that would only be half true. The other half of the truth is probably that I was drunk for most of the trip and that's why I don't remember it.

Then, I figured I could show you these rocks...



Black Japanese river rocks that my parents paid a princely sum for, back in the early 70's when people didn't decorate with rocks. These have traveled far and wide and been featured in many gardens at many different homes. I now have custody of them and really need to do something to highlight them. They are just spilled near my kitchen door...perhaps I will set them in the pot with my lemon tree.

I have rocks all over the house too - beach rocks mostly, but also a rock from Walden Pond, a chunk of brick from Frank Lloyd Wright's Robie house (which K paid $20 for!) and rocks from every place I've ever been...

But as it turned out, I had to purchase some rocks myself yesterday. And arrange for them to be delivered.



We are putting huge irregular slabs of blue stone where our old broken cement patio was.



I love getting deliveries like this.
It was a grand show.






It was cling filmed into place -- plastic wrapped...sticky on one side. Amazing.



K and B and A and S, hopefully, will carry each piece around back and lay them in an interesting shape this weekend. Hopefully.



Really, B? they aren't THAT big...the biggest ones cracked in half during the delivery...