Kenosha’s denizens are fond of painting rocks and hiding them hither and yon. Small children drag their parents by frayed locks along rocky paths through parks in search of #KenoshaRocks so they can claim them and re-hide them—hours of fun for all. I have no real complaints about this, and the rocks do, I begrudgingly admit, give me a little smile when I spy one.
Walking Clover along the lakefront last week, I found this one:
Clover gave it a sniff and then moved on, but I took a closer look and was amazed!
Who knew so much was going on in the world?