When I was a young girl, my dad got into quite a unique hobby. He became a rock hound. We use to go traveling all around to rock shows and different places to find all different types of rocks. Sounds kinda boring huh? Actually, it wasn't. He would get "slices" of so many different types, then cut them into shapes, grind them, polish them, and make them into beautiful jewelry. My Mom and us two girls had many pieces of his handmade items. After he died, I saved quite a few of his uncut rocks. Especially some of the ones he had lining the front walk. This picture is one of them. It is a piece of rose quartz. The picture really doesn't do it justice, believe me. It really is a very nice shade of light pink. I also put it outside, near my flowers or wherever I think it would look nice. Every place I have lived in since, sports this rock as a welcome to my home. I will take it with me, when we go fultime RVing, and put it out whenever I can. It is in memory of my wonderful daddy and the beautiful memories he gave me.