Appreciation post: My neighbor's comment about the rocks in my garden made me see them differently
I was showing my neighbor, Frank, the new rock border I put in around my flower bed last weekend. I was just proud of the work. He's an older guy, a retired surveyor. He picked up one of the bigger, flat stones, turned it over, and said, 'You know, this one's been traveling for a few million years to get here.' He pointed out the smooth, rounded edges from a river and the different colored layers. I'd just seen them as gray rocks from the landscaping supply place. But he made me think about the actual journey each one took, from being part of a mountain to tumbling down a stream to ending up in a pile in Bakersfield. It hit different because it wasn't a lecture, just a simple observation from someone who looks at the ground for a living. Now I can't help but wonder about the story behind every rock I pick up. Has anyone else had a simple moment like that change how you look at ordinary stones?