one of the
thehobbit & i differ in our hunting styles. his stones are the result of stumbling upon them in the middle of some adventure or another - oh. hey. look, a stone. i take the hunt more seriously; walking, head down, intently searching for the stones.
my most favorites are the flat ones, excellent for stacking.
& those which have holes in them.
we limit what we take home, & never take from state beaches. a hobbity heart has been broken more than once over the latter, but i could not give in. i knew that once i allowed him to break the rule, he would never take it seriously again. (in california, you are not allowed to take things from state beaches.)
i am flabbergasted that it is beach season already. how did it ever become june so quickly? i wonder what new stones will call to us this year...