Rock Me, Baby


Well, here they are, the refuges from the Norfolk shore of the North Sea, settled here in Iowa in my front garden.  These are the rocks Audrey and I picked up on the beach in Great Yarmouth while visiting our daughter Amanda and her family in Norwich, England in March

Rocks

Rocks rock. The black one and the grey and white one are English rocks now home here in Iowa in our front garden.

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The marbled grey and white one is mine, the black one is one Audrey picked up and delivered.

Rocks are part of a running joke in the family right now—for Nikayla’s fourth birthday, Audrey promised to give her a rock, a notion Nikayla angrily rejected because, as she notes, “I don’t want a rock.”

Nor did she get one. Despite great temptation.

Rock on! And just for fun, here are a couple of rock ear worms for you:

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3 responses to “Rock Me, Baby

  1. The rocks look good in their new home. They almost have a blueish tint (or maybe that’s just my screen).

  2. Those are some cool rocks, I have friends who collect them as well.

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