I just married into the farm, the stone in the house corner. Look pretty ugly stone, about a foot in diameter, protruding two or three inches.
A I open the lawn mower hit full speed in the stone, touch bad, the blade. I say to the husband: "let's dig it out line not line?" "No, the stone would have buried in there." My father-in-law also said: "hear buried deep under which after the civil war. Since your mother-in-law home lives here, who has not been able to get it to get out."
So, stone stayed.
My children were born, grew up and independent. My father-in-law died and, later, my husband died.
Now I look at this yard, found that court Angle would not pleasing to the eye, there just because the stone, protect a pile of weeds, like green grass a scar.
I take out a spade, cheer up, even going to get into a day, also want to dig out the rock. But I just stretched out his hand and took out the stone, but a foot deep buried very, than it was under the wide out six inches. I pried it loose, and then move on to hand push abundant. It makes me amazed that the stone standing on the ground, the length of time than people's memory, everyone believes that people have tried to move its predecessors, but all have no alternative. Only because this stone, seemingly body big deep. People would think it shall not be moved.
The stones to the enlightenment, and I could not but I throw it out. I put it in the courts is marked place, and in a circle around the changchun flowers. In my this piece of small in landscape, reminding people that we go to find:, and create, only is our psychological obstacles and thoughts of insensate stone.
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