Stories in Stones

Today I wore these earrings made of polished rocks and stone beads. I made them some time ago, loving the blend of colors and shapes.

I photographed them on the large stone that's sat at the entrance to our cabin for close to 20 years. We stand on this stone to hose off our feet after wading in the river or walking through the grass.

Before my daughter Kathe decided that this spot would be where she would be married, we only had two stones here. My husband John had searched for the perfect polished river stones and had carried them across the river (one with the help of his dad and one above his head when the water was deep). For the wedding, he decided to enlarge this patio. As with every change John ensivions for The Pinery, the protests from our children were spirited. To wash our feet, we each now stand on the stone we love.

Stones surround the firepit
where we gather
for campfires.

The foundation of
our Earth Oven
is made of
river stone.



We collect stones.
Here is John's
potato rock collection.

Each of these stones was chosen to serve a purpose. Each has a story to tell. So often we don't take the time to be still and listen.