The Rock March 2017

There is a large egg shaped rock in a field we have driven past for many years.  The field is just empty and does not get much attention.  As far as the Rock goes I have always thought  I would

like to have it moved to our front yard.  But that would be a lot of work with a crane and big truck.

The other day as I drove past I did not see the rock at all.  It had disappeared.  I kept looking

for it in vain. They may have hauled it away.  The mustard plants had grown up so tall that they may have covered it.   We had gotten more than usual rainfall.  Anyway one day I stopped the car and walked across the street, then up into the field.  It was really a good feeling to be walking in the mustard flowers that were well over my head.  Sure enough, I found the rock hidden in the mustard.

    I call them mustard plants but there is probably a better name for them.  There is some gray paint on one side of the Rock.  I suspect that someone went in and covered up graffiti.

The local train speeding past the field.