Day 820 Geode

 

Oh, how nice it feels to be home, geode breaking time. Tim was tentative with the hammer as he studied the geode for the best striking point. I had wrapped it in a dishtowel to avoid the shards of rock from scattering all over the kitchen...maybe should have taken it outside?  It took him several strikes before realizing, rocks don't break easily and he struck it with greater force, breaking the  geode into three pieces, to reveal its beautiful quartz interior. Tim had expected it to be amethyst, not sure why but was clearly surprised by the quartz. He also expected two pieces, sliced to perfection as he had seen at the museum so  wasn't thrilled with his three broken pieces. I on the other hand, was tickled pink to see the crystal treasure inside the rock and immediately put the pieces on my window sill, anticipating its sparkle in the sunlight. With the time change the darkness sets in by 4:30pm so not sure I'll see much of our beautiful quartz sparkle until the weekend! Holy cow is it dark early, add cold to the mix and I'm ready to hibernate for the winter. I wish I was more of an evening gal but I just can't stay awake these days. I would have made a fantastic pioneer woman, up early to get my chores done and happily in bed once the sun goes down. I imagine I would have gone west with the gold rush, eager to make my fortune and search for gold. These days you can still mine for gems, wouldn't it be fun for Tim and I to plan a trip to North Carolina where you can search for Sapphires and Rubies? Believe it or not, this was one of my childhood vacations, doesn't every family mine for rubies during vacation? I could sit in a pile of rocks all day, exploring each and every stone for its unique beauty, knowing there are gems right underneath me. Not sure Tim will agree to my vacation idea, but after breaking his first geode, I bet he has a greater appreciation for the beauty and mystery within each rock. I imagine he might even notice the other geodes around the house that he's ignored over the years... maybe.