On Friday, once the fog burned off, Sunny and I wandered up to the creek to hang out.
I practiced my fire making skills with my fire steel. I confirmed once again, that one's tinder needs to be extraordinarily dry in order to catch fire with just a spark. Make a note of it, should you ever need to start a fire in difficult circumstances.
(Ever heard of matches Cupcake?)
Sure.
Ever heard of emergency Dillweed?
Anyway, after I built my VERY small little fire right by the water's edge, I started looking around for rocks to balance. I looked up creek and something caught my eye.
Since we have had lots of rain lately, the moss on this one large rock has gone from dormant to lush and green.
This is what came of the experiment:
I so enjoy working with the rocks in the creek, and being near the water, but I need to get over thinking that this is the only place to balance rocks.
I'd like to do it more often, and I don't always have time to get up there.
I'm thinking about picking up rocks that I run across in my other travels and bringing them home to work with in the yard or field.
I shall put my plan into action post haste.
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Tomorrow:
Naming day for the chicklets.
I so enjoy working with the rocks in the creek, and being near the water, but I need to get over thinking that this is the only place to balance rocks.
I'd like to do it more often, and I don't always have time to get up there.
I'm thinking about picking up rocks that I run across in my other travels and bringing them home to work with in the yard or field.
I shall put my plan into action post haste.
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Tomorrow:
Naming day for the chicklets.