Pacific Northwest Gardening: Apropos of Nothing v.12, 1 by Soferdig

Soferdig wrote:
Kayte these rocks are like that but different. Karen and I go up in the mountains on our weekend and have a picnic somewhere driving the back roads. While there these rocks just seem to float into the truck. When we find a large group we feel connected to the area and visit it often, it is a time for us to discuss the next project or the design of the garden change. The dogs love to run a-mok while we collect these pieces. The whole trip is special. But when I get to use my right brain to place and create the word "Christmas" comes to mind. It is so enjoyable. As a diabetic I have to keep moving to keep as healthy as it lets me and rock work is the best.
Laurie you have given me an idea when I retire of something purposefull to do. I shall plant seeds and grow plants and sell them at the farmer's market, roadside, and even to expand it to pretty little flowers in pots to give to passer-bys and make their day a little brighter.
Melissa you are so observant as you live. To see all of the things that others miss and with such detail. "into a hole created by a fold in the fabric of our dog's bed! Don't ask me what the dog bed (actually more of a dog 'throw' with fleece on one side) was doing folded up on top of the umbrella basket by the office door...". Your dreams must have great detail and design.