I went to lunch with my old college roommate yesterday and came home with rocks. After our chiles rellenos, I took Barbara, who is also a former geologist, to my favorite local stone yard and she was as enamored with the place as I always am. I've been wanting to make a new watering hole for the birds in the front garden, so we wandered around until we found the ideal couple of chunks to use as a backdrop. We lugged them home in Walu's Scion and unloaded them in the new arroyo/planting bed next to the wine patio, where I will be able to sit and watch the birds come in to drink. This morning I grabbed a copper basin I had lying around the yard and made a small altar for water under the chaste tree.
As I worked, I was reminded of this favorite line from Josh Ritter's song. As a child of deserts and prairies, it perfectly describes how I feel about the gift that is a humble pool of water.