These are the stones throughout my garden and yard. Every one of them was moved and placed by me. This is how I gave myself sciatica that lasted a year. This is why any work that requires using my back now hurts. Take vacuuming for instance. Raking leaves too. But these stones are reminders that I was once very strong and very determined. Like these stones, I'll be here for a long time.
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Hey, there's Mick and Keith.
;>)
yes you will be!
and for that I am grateful
Darkblack, Even before I started moving stones, there were Mick and Keith. Keith is the one I'm betting on hanging in there for the long haul.
Steve, thank you for the sweet words. I'm grateful that you're here too.
Yesterday I was making myself a smoothie with organic non-fat yoghurt, mangoes and miscellaneous berried and thought about you cooking for Z, going to therapy, and all that.
It's like I see the word "organic" and toss in something Tasty and the next thing you know, I've got Utah.
It must give you great pleasure to see the beauty of your handiwork.
That was quite the rocky post.
cool. i've done the same-dragging them up from the woods behind my place. i feel the same way.
Hello, Andrew Goldsworthy!
I think that penultimate one is where you perform human sacrifices.
Randal, it's a good thing cold water washes away blood and it's great plant food.
I like stones. Prefer the Who, though.
Rock on, Utah!
E, seeing you here makes my day. I'm sorry I've been absent at your place lately, but then I haven't been visiting anywhere but Z's.
The rocks are beautiful, and I like it that they symbolize your strength.
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