I mark the passage of our walk with rocks. They guard the length of the driveway, standing silent witness to all around them: sentinels. I love rocks, their solidity, immoveable presence, their colours, and shapes. I like the smooth ones that roll in my hand, the crystals, the veins of colour in granite.
Living where I do, there are rocks everywhere, some thrusting up through the layers of soil, some peeking out of the lake water, and some being the bedrock underfoot, what some refer to as bone. That seems apt as I consider that rock shapes the earth, gives it strength and structure, the soil being the flesh over bone. Hmmm.
So, following are some of the rocks I see along my walk. Some are small and gathered in piles to fill the road holes each spring, but most are quite large, too huge to be moved by hand. All are my friends.
Once back home, we have huge boulders in the circular driveway.