When I was kid, all I needed to be
happy was a pile of pretty rocks. I
would spend the whole day quarrying through the rocks looking for the prettiest
ones.
Now that I am retired and living smack
on the diuvial fan at the edge of the Prickly Pear Valley, I am once again
happy to spend my days browsing for the beautiful rocks swept down from the
surrounding mountains.
I have even fired up two rock tumblers
to clean and refine my finds.
Posted is a photograph of a few rocks
I recently found on my property.
--Mitchell Hegman
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