104. I Love ... Rocks

I didn't used to.

That sounds funny.

But I didn't.

I didn't give them any thought,

one way or another.

Then Newfoundland came into our lives.

The Rock.

It is.

And it's absolutely fascinating -

the formations,

the different colours,

the artfulness.

The first rock I fell for in Newfoundland

was on the site of 'Random Passage'

in New Bonaventure.

It was a long walk in,

too long for Brian so he waited patiently

at the car for me.

Along the way I spied a cool rock.

I didn't want to lug it around all that time

so I set it aside

with the intention of picking it up on the way back;

sure that I would remember

where I put it.

I wasn't leaving without it 

and spent far too long locating it again,

but I did.

And now,

every time I go to Callahan Cove

I return with a rock.

A little boy out there once questioned me

with great concern

'WHY do you have ROCKS in your kitchen?'

Because I Love Rocks I told him.

He said I was weird.