Let me be considered an eccentric, to put it mildly, but I can not help but share the beauty that I extract myself from the depths of Mother Earth. Since childhood, I was attracted by multi-colored pebbles. You can tell from the sandbox. Funny Not at all.
See for yourself what luxury I find, digging in the garden every spring. I loosen the beds, dig the ground, and she gives me such wonderful gifts.
Here I come from the yard with a whole pocket of shiny jewels. Like forty.
I put them in the sink, wash with a sponge and soap like dishes, then dry them in the sun. And admire.
Everywhere I will decompose: on the table at the computer, and in flower pots for decorating plants. And on a straw woven vase. Often I take in hand, it seems that the pebbles have some attractive force, transferring the energy of the earth.
I understand the stones poorly, but mostly I come across more quartz, translucent pebbles of different shades. Here are yellow, and there are milky-white.
Well, aren't they beautiful? Like pieces of rock salt. Pass the sun.
