B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for August 18, 2015

Tell him what? That “you will become the soluble minerals in my great, great… great, great grandchildren’s moments in the sun.”

Well, now we know she’s not an artichoke.

The coolest things are the “erratics” we and the neighbors had in our yards. Some were big enough to lift, others were the size of a medium-sized car. When I was little I liked to imagine them being torn from a mountain and slowly drifting on the glacier to land in our field. I dug up all the ones I could and piled them together. A million years from now I wonder where they will be?.http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2012/03/pet-rocks/holmes-text

Trilobyte, that he/she will die, unlike talking rocks.

Or perhaps, “the heart to tell him” that we’re a whole lot farther from the next Ice Age than he thinks…?

Maybe Rock will meet a Rolling Stone…

The first “pet rock”?

@emptc12 I used to live in the Puget Sound area where if you dig a hole 1 foot by 1 foot by 1 foot, you’d get 3 cubic feet of rocks. I piled them all up under our elevated deck.

My son visited the house after we moved out. The current owner asked, “Where did your dad get all the river rocks?”

My son replied, you’ve never rototilled the yard, have you?"

Funny, x_Tech! I guess she’s not romaIne lettuce, or celery, either.

not rhubarb either, plant once and you’re stuck with it forever