More Rocks, More Work

After I'm done with work, when the evening is super cool and refreshing, I'm allowed to look around the grounds for interesting rocks. Mr. Dibbington trusts my judgement. He knows that I know what to keep for myself and what has to be left where it is for the grounds to be the healthiest that they can.

You might not think it is so important where one rock is but you would be surprised. Getting plants to grow is tricky. Sometimes they have relationships to stuff you would never think of. Like rocks.

There is a friendliness to the grounds. To the rocks and the grass and the trees. You might not be able to notice it if you are just hurrying through but if you slow down, like I do when scouting for a good rock, you feel how the grounds welcome you and want you to be happy.

Rocks Are Neat

It isn’t just that rocks are pretty (rocks are pretty). It’s that they are old.

Rocks are the oldest stuff that is. No matter what thing you could think of that you could pick up in Villeville or what thing you might think of collecting, or how old your coin or your stamp or famous, snooty family might be, a rock is older. So a rock wins.