Oh I know it’s an old joke. Weather rocks to tell you the weather, if they’re wet, it’s raining, If they’re dry and hot, well then, it’s sunny. Today the rocks are very very wet. Luckily, since I live on the Wet Coast, I happen to like rain.
And I also like rocks, collect them sometimes. So for fun, here are my “Weather Rocks” in context, with part of the rain-washed garden in the background.
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There is something about rocks… and this is a reminder to not complicate things, keep it simple, and to enjoy what we have. How’s that for the deeper meaning of weather rocks? :^)
They have great color in them!
Helen,
I love your weather rocks. I have always enjoyed studying the different patterns and textures of all kinds of rocks. As kids, we had a rock tumbler and it was great fun polishing up all sorts of rocks that we collected here and there. Is that a Mediterranean spurge or Euphorbia characias in the background? That is one of my most coveted plants– they will not grow outdoors here, but I started one from seed this year which I will keep in a pot outdoors during the spring and summer. Come fall, I will bring it indoors and baby it while it suffers through the winter inside. They are so beautiful.
Hi Jenn, Must admit they are even more colorful wet!
Hi Mary Lou, Considering how often the weather forecasters get it wrong, you’re right, weather rocks are a simple method. Who knew there was a deeper meaning to weather rocks? Thanks Mary Lou.
Hi Liisa, One day I will get myself a tumbler, for glass and for rocks. As for the plant, yes, it’s a Euphorbia characias, or that’s what it says in my “Complete Book of Garden Plants” by Michael Wright, a little book I found at, where else, a garage sale. We could never grow them in Calgary either, never heard of them in fact. But here, I kept seeing them when out garage sailing and it became a “must have ” plant, before I found out about it’s poisonous and nasty sap. Now I love it for its beauty but I treat it carefully with gloves and glasses on to protect my skin and eyes from spraying sap.
It may be an old joke, but I’d yet to hear it! Glad I did as it gave me a great chuckle! And really, it makes sense! ; ) Very pretty rocks by the way.
I admit to being a bit of a rock hound. Everywhere we go, on walks at the beach or along the river, inevitably, my pockets are laden with stones of all shapes/colours when we arrive home. I just don’t know how that happens!! But, they usually end up in the garden! Now I’ll know the use for them. Predicting the weather!
Wonderful blog, Helen. I just love your photographs. Great to meet you, and thanks so much for your comment. I’m honoured.
All the best,
Karen
Hi Karen, Glad you enjoyed the joke. I must admit I can never walk a beach here without picking up rocks. I have a whole collection that have just one stripe of white in them. I was ruining my pockets so now I always carry a bag in the car, just for rock picking. Hope you get the blogging job you’re after.
So glad to know that others love rocks as I do!! I’ve never been able to resist picking rocks from the beach no matter how many I have at home in every room, in dishes, on plates, in plant pots, in a jar filled with water (to bring out the colours). Love your rocks with stripes - I have a wee collection of rocks which are heart-shaped. Also love paintings of rocks!! Thanks for sharing!
Hi Marianne, I’m happy to hear I’m not alone as a rock picker either. To me, they are often little individual abstracts artworks, with their colors and patterns.