| These are picks of the Punchestown Standing Stone. | |
Here you can see the distance that we had to travel, through two fields, just to visit the stone and to pick up a rock (see below). It didn't look that far from the road. So we started walking, in grain up to our knees. Stacy got scared immediately. I asked her what was wrong, and she thought she was going to step on a snake. She had never heard the story of how St. Patrick drove the snakes off of Ireland. But coming from the swamps of Louisiana, I can see why she would have a natural fear of walking through high grass. During the trek, she alternated through fear and anger. I thought we'd be divorced before it was through. You can see the look on her face in the next pic. |
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This it. Just a large piece of granite in the middle of a field. You can tell Stacy is thrilled to be there. |
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Here I am. You can tell that the stone is just granite in this shot, which is much closer. When Stacy was asking everyone what they wanted her to bring them from Ireland, my mother-in-law, asked for a rock. So we picked one up from the field about where my foot is. So it wasn't just any rock, it was a rock that spent most of it's existance sitting on a ley line. |
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