Posted on November 16, 2019November 11, 2019 by Catherine ArcolioThe Old Dame’s Rock Wall huddled together against the cold warm in company Like this:Like Loading...
I love rocks. These would be too massive to put in my pocket. They are perfect in their pile. Lovely.🐾 Loading... Reply
I prefer rocks to stones. You can’t throw them. Like cats, they are self contained, but dont resist a caress. Unlike cats they do well in a group. as here; they are so peaceful. I could sit with them a while. Loading... Reply
Albert, this is so lovely. I will always now think of cats when I see rocks. Such a marvelous association! Thank you! Loading... Reply
Rocks of ages. If they could talk, I wonder what they would say.
would they tell us the story of time?
I love rocks. These would be too massive to put in my pocket. They are perfect in their pile. Lovely.🐾
Thanks Gretchen!
I prefer rocks to stones. You can’t throw them. Like cats, they are self contained, but dont resist a caress. Unlike cats they do well in a group.
as here; they are so peaceful. I could sit with them a while.
Albert, this is so lovely. I will always now think of cats when I see rocks. Such a marvelous association! Thank you!