Not a rock to be found

Suburbs give you the illusion of not being city-dwelling folk. Why there are trees and grassy knolls, parks and playgrounds ... seemingly open spaces. How can that be city living?

Ahhh ... but it's all an illusion for there's not a rock to be found!

Stefani's class is studying rock formations. Her homework assignment was to bring a rock to school.

"That should be easy," I said without thinking. So out the door we went and into the open field ... and walked along the shores of this tiny creek ... well that might be exaggerating somewhat ... so let's call it a creeklet.

Sure there were big slabs of granite ... bedrock ... but as for rocks or stones ... nothing but erosion polished bricks and cement globs leftover from some construction project. Pebbles - sure. But not a rock to be found!

So after 30 minutes of fruitless but adventurous searching (Stefani did get to walk through the muck and splash in the creeklet with her galoshes) ... I tried to think of somewhere within a 5 - 10 minute drive from here that might harbour some fist-sized rocks.

Believe it or not ... outside of people's rock gardens ... I couldn't think of any!

That's when our next door neighbour came to the rescue ... and offered up one of their rocks from their garden. Mission accomplished!

You may be wondering how the neighbour had rocks and we couldn't find any? Simple. We live in the suburbs remember? They bought their rocks!

Now that blows my mind!!