Rocking along at our own pace in the country

Little did I know that my longtime wife would one day evolve into the Rock Lady. It must have been inevitable, given that we live at The Place where rocks are our most dependable crop. She started small, gathering palm-sized flat rocks that would provide a paintable surface. The next step was corralling all the grandchildren. They would spend hours […]

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