Why would I write a blog post about rocks? Why would you read a blog post about rocks?
Well, are you likely to read about rocks on any other blog post you come across today? No. Everybody else is writing to shock and outrage you, whether it’s about celebrities, or politics, or what new food atrocity is being committed right in your own home.
But rocks! It’s a fresh subject, outside the trend, cutting-edge. It’s probably good for mental health and reduces stress. After this, you can go take a quiz to find out what rock you would be.
This summer, the kids and I discovered a large creek about half an hour from us. Now, I grew up on a creek. This very one, in fact:
Farther north, the creeks lose that golden sheen because the creekbed isn’t sand. It’s rocks:
I miss my childhood creek so intensely that I dream about it. So it’s not like I’m looking for ways that Virginia creeks are better. But if I were going to point out a few differences, I’d mention the fact that there aren’t as many evil biting flies; you aren’t as likely to get a drop-in visit from a venomous snake; and there are rocks.
The creek that my kids play in was once a run-off for smelting pig iron. The banks are covered with smooth, almost glassy slag. Bookgirl was digging in the sand near the bank when she discovered bits of bright blue rock. I thought it was broken ceramic, but no. We dug down and found a treasure trove of shades-of-blue pieces of rock.
The rocks range from dark blue to turquoise, with shades of green in between. I collect more every time we go.
This isn’t the extent of my rock collection, of course. I’ve got smooth rocks, square rocks, colored rocks, and skipping rocks. Yesterday I came home with seven long, flat rocks. I’ll use them all for something. Or nothing. Mostly, I just like having rocks.
You’re welcome for this time of refreshment and mental rejuvenation. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some rocks to polish.