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The Neat Rock

    Hey, everyone, out there in the ether. I hope you are having a nice day. It has rained a bit here this morning but there is always something to see if you prowl around.
    I thought I'd throw out a few pictures today. Pic #1 is just a wildflower with odd little yellow tips. I wish you could see it on the big screen.
Pic #2 is a big mushroom that is the size of a salad plate. This place is freakish for mushrooms. We have purple, orange, pink, all colors.
Pic #3 is some treeshrooms (my word). These are growing on the big oak I mentioned in my post titled Oak Wine.
Pic #4 is a neat rock. More on that in a moment.
Pic #5 is the same mushroom as in #2, just a different day. Funny how they change color from day to day.
    Now I'll go back to the neat rock photo. When kids are real small, they have a sense of wonder that is pretty cool. It doesn't take a lot to please them or to give them a bit of fun. Their idea of treasure is different from ours. When you're out walking around with a kid, they may find a "neat rock" and want to take it home or have you save it for them. What makes a rock 'neat', you may ask? Well, it could be anything. I suspect that in the rock pictured, the neatness sprang from its unusual triangular shape, like a massive arrowhead, or perhaps its red coloration. Like so many other things in life, neatness is in the eye of the beholder and perhaps in the age of the beholder as well.
    One of the grandkids asked that this rock be saved. So it has lain there just off my deck for several years, probably totally forgotten by its owner, who is now interested in music and video games and school activities. Maybe one day the owner will look at it and say, "What's this odd rock doing here?" Until that day, the rock will lay where it is, here at the author's green retreat.
     I'm CE Wills.
Postscript: My wife just informed me that she was told that the aforementioned rock was neat because it looked like a piece of pie. So now we know.
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