My head is full of rocks and my yard is full of stories... or something like that.
Each of the rocks in my yard has a story behind it, who found it and where. Most were picked up in the wild because there was something interesting about it. Rocks also provide memory triggers. I can wander around my yard and recall fond memories of adventures past just by seeing a particular rock.
While most the stories I write here are about rocks, I might toss in a few rambling essays about life in Arizona that I think might hold interest for curious readers. Enjoy!