the rock doesn't fall far from the tree

Molly loves rocks. One good thing about all the snow we've had the last few winters is that the rocks are under the snow, and she can't pick them up and bring them home for months at a time.


I apparently had forgotten how much I used to love rocks. Nan and Cliff are doing a major reno on their house, so have moved in with my parents for a few months. As a result, I've had to clean out my old closet. This is what I found.


I wasn't very creative with names back in the day.


My spelling was also not so good. "Skunky"


My fave! "Heavy"


There was a second egg carton of rocks. Not sure why that one got chucked at some point but I couldn't part with this one.