These darlings are resting atop Isla de Peligro. On our last trip to the woods, Libby and I had used her new grass whip to clear away some of the dead growth that had wintered over on the island. (There are wildflower seeds resting in the earth here, waiting for sun and warmth and water to bring them to life.)
As we coursed over the top of the island, we stumbled over these round rocks, buried here and there in the thick grass. We had been tossing them up onto the island for years. The dry gravel lakebed surrounding Gefahrinsel (Isla de Peligro) usually yields a round rock or two as we hike along it. Since they might be buried in the shifting gravel by our next visit, we generally pry them loose from the ground when we find them and then toss them atop the island for safe keeping.
Since I hadn’t expected the grass to take on the island, I originally had no worry about these found stones becoming lost again. Yet the grass was enshrouding them like long, green fingers sent up from the earth to reclaim what had been taken from it. So as one of us wielded the grass whip, the other stomped upon tufts of grass to see if they might be hiding a round rock or two. As they were rediscovered, they were tossed into the pile here.
I think we found most of the rocks. There may be one or two about in the grass that escaped our stomps. A couple of these are real beauties that will probably find their way back to the shelter area for contemplation and admiration. The only plan I have for Gefarhinsel is for geese or ducks to nest on it, so I don’t think any round rocks I leave behind will pose a problem for that. (Lacking a lake does pose a problem for that plan however.)
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