show and tell for blackbird
This rock came from the driveway of my fathers boyhood home in Troy, Pennsylvania. When wet, it glows a rusty red, like most rock in that area.
The farm has long been sold but last time we were in town I took my husband on a quick look-see (the owners were pleasant, saying 'Go wherever you'd like') and we went through the old barns (apple-scented), the smokehouse, the brook and even up to the little pond where my parents tried to teach me to ice-skate.
I tripped over this in the driveway and picked it up. Someday, I will find someone to cut a sliver from it and make it into a tie-tack or some such for my dad, who will appreciate it in his quiet way - or be bemused that I've kept this so long.