tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674490.post521321254428475618..comments2023-10-15T07:28:22.745-05:00Comments on Sayre Smiles: The Rocks in My HeadSayrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350593991157139017noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674490.post-76693033034227424742009-06-24T08:29:49.508-05:002009-06-24T08:29:49.508-05:00sigh. my condo has no yard. I have two pots of flo...sigh. my condo has no yard. I have two pots of flowers. I want a rock garden!thisnewplacehttp://thisnewplace.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674490.post-4101233141878694572009-06-21T16:08:09.980-05:002009-06-21T16:08:09.980-05:00Awww - what a beautiful story! Thank you for shar...Awww - what a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing!margarethttp://misformisanthrope.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674490.post-60513933410333987472009-06-21T13:46:08.390-05:002009-06-21T13:46:08.390-05:00I love the fact that all of your rocks mean someth...I love the fact that all of your rocks mean something. This post reminded me of a very, very old Lucille Ball/Desi Arnaz movie called "The Long Long Trailer". If you haven't ever seen it, and you like corny old movies, it's worth a rental on a rainy afternoon.Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01727506305170439878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674490.post-23906895065798054442009-06-21T11:09:40.255-05:002009-06-21T11:09:40.255-05:00What a beautiful collection of rocks and memories!...What a beautiful collection of rocks and memories!Sandcastle Mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11909850898687059507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674490.post-83569478501552345312009-06-20T21:36:01.000-05:002009-06-20T21:36:01.000-05:00we have a friend that collects rocks like you do. ...we have a friend that collects rocks like you do. One from everywhere she goes.<br /><br />I like the idea of sitting on a rock to warm yourself with a cup of coffee. Gives me a "warm" feeling.Pamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05404943895800549273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674490.post-333923660555353852009-06-20T11:39:39.166-05:002009-06-20T11:39:39.166-05:00I love having things around that have meaning to i...I love having things around that have meaning to it. Your rocks are a lovely memory of days gone by. I would save them too!Jan n Jerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01511769102935583608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674490.post-47309159534252075832009-06-20T11:16:02.085-05:002009-06-20T11:16:02.085-05:00I do the same thing in my garden! In fact, a coup...I do the same thing in my garden! In fact, a couple of weeks ago, I was thinking about writing about it as I was weeding and trying to get my flower beds in order before vacation. Great minds think alike. I call mine my Joshua stones (Read Joshua 4) as they remind me of blessings from God. Also, you and I might have played in the Natahala side by side and not known it. I grew up in St. Pete and every summer would vacation in North Carolina at my grandparents' summer home. A high light was a trip to the river to swim and climb on the rocks! My granddad would always stand with his gun to watch in case a water moccasin decided to come out.Island Riderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04338707720934732800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674490.post-36671150226236715772009-06-20T10:47:53.002-05:002009-06-20T10:47:53.002-05:00I had a rock I fished out of the Nantcol on the sh...I had a rock I fished out of the Nantcol on the shore of "my" island and it got lost in the building of the fish pond. Rocks are funny things. dadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com